“The throne awaits.”

“Find Claim, Ill Omen, and set us free”

In the aftermaths of War, the World works to heal itself of its rot and destruction,  And when a high lord is usurped for crimes against the lands, the people demand change.

But what good are lords for then for endless schemes and calculated strife.

A Wish Spell. A wish spell uttered before he hung.

'That my throne remains empty. That it be only claimed by that which finds my heart. That my heart be lost to these lands.'

Now the people hunt. They scatter, searching every basement and every temple. Through the trees and mountains.

All but you. You who wants Claim to the throne. You, smart enough to know you can't do this alone. Stupid enough to band together.

You who will join your friends, ill omens. All who want Claim.

The Throne awaits. Change awaits. " 

Roleplay: ★★★★★ (5/5)
Combat: ★★★☆☆ (3/5)
Exploration: ★★★★☆ (3/5)
SIEZE THE THRONE!!!: ★★★★★★★★★★ (10/5)