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The last light at the end of the world.en

Bright colours hide the rot beneath.en

Wild lands spurn those who claim to rule them.en

Time overwhelms even the sturdiest walls.en

Restless prisoners yearn for freedom.en

The grandest of monuments, standing proudly before an audience of none.en

A haven for seabirds. A hazard for sailors.en

No living hands ever stoked these flames.en

Beasts of many kinds sought shelter one final time.en

These waters devour the same souls they feed.en

The woods give their leaves to the seasons. Man takes the rest.en

Humanity trapped within a cage of desperation and agony.en

Leaves cling to trees as souls cling to life.en

Sturdy walls held out an armada, but not the famine it brought.en

The last vestiges of earth, lost beyond the sky.en

Silent stones mark ancient graves and forgotten sorrows.en

Those killed in battle do not rest peacefully.en

The tears of a ravaged earth.en

The fetid home of foul generations.en

Rushing waters threaten to move the earth.en

Even the sparse vegetation does not linger here long.en

Stagnant oils mix to form a deadly concoction.en

Vast lairs of silk span the treetops.en

Darkness enshrouds these endless chasms.en

Hubris convinces men they can survive the mistakes of their forebears.en

Poisoned trees bear pestilent fruits.en

The ground shifts underfoot with disturbing ease.en

Shafts of light raise life where they fall.en

A wound carved into the world, never to heal.en

The path grows treacherous as the world falls away.en

They watched the birds to foretell what any fool could see.en

The final court for aristocrats no longer deemed fit to rule.en

Dark energies congeal the lifeblood of the forest.en

Fishermen once reaped a rich bounty here.en

Spores dance through the air in search of new hosts.en

A city ravaged by time and sands.en

Avarice in the conqueror builds contempt among the conquered.en

The work of an invisible empire.en

Embers swirl as bark crackles and sparks.en

A dark labyrinth of steel and stone.en

Hidden amongst sunbleached wastes lies a mockery of paradise.en

Stone shelters brace against the doom of the desert.en

Life abounds on the shells of its dead ancestors.en

This Vaal structure is not lost in the jungle. Not yet.en

A heart of corruption, borne of steel.en

A heart of corruption, borne of stone.en

A heart of corruption, borne of copper.en

Hulls crash and splinter upon the shores.en

Life grows strong in this realm of plenty.en

By that era, Kamasa was just a name. Gold was their true god.en

A travelling merchant offers wares in perilous times.en

A travelling merchant offers wares in perilous times.en

A travelling merchant offers wares in perilous times.en

A travelling merchant offers wares in perilous times.en

A travelling merchant offers wares in perilous times.en

The hunt never ends... but it does pause for rests.en

A travelling merchant offers wares in perilous times.en

A travelling merchant offers wares in perilous times.en

A travelling merchant offers wares in perilous times.en

Vice wears a mask of simplicity.en

Aeons of wear have rotted steel to its core.en

Humid air chokes and twists everything it touches.en

The land returns the dead as easily as it received them.en

Mud and air seethes with warped life.en

A fortress of fallen wood.en

A forgotten grotto, lost to the world.en

A fragment of a glorious past.en

A moment in time, on the eve of the end.en

Wet stone emanates an inner warmth. Vaal brilliance lies in wait.en

The waters have returned, but no empire remains to greet them.en

The cult of Kamasa exploited Utzaal long before its fall.en

Remnants of Vaal artifice still remain.en

Bleak heights overlook a devastated land.en

Life still clings to the highest places.en

As separate worlds draw ever closer, the Nameless gather at the edge of existence.en

The prismatic patterns of Time shimmer and coalesce in vast geodes hidden from sight.en

<i>{"Sons from foreign shores} <i>{Took refuge from the storm} <i>{Bringing knowledge of runes} <i>{Our fate was carved soon."} - Ezomyte Folkloreen

The Spirit guides the mountain-born.en

A mirror is a perfect prison for one's sense of self... until it cracks.en

Beware a chill colder than death itself.en

The Cataclysm tore the land asunder.en

A rare enclave of fertile earth.en

A refuge from the villains it once contained.en

Valako kept them here, to perfect their skills for war... but the Blood Fever consumed them.en

The Temporal's tongue captures the ear of those vying for power.en

Darkness always finds its way into the minds of the weak.en

The Vaal who survived the Cataclysm must now survive each other.en

Where nomads share tales of a time before drought.en

A garden bereft of its gardener still grows as it pleases.en

Merchants and pirates alike need a safe port to peddle their wares.en

In the end, the river will always conquer the dam.en

In these lands, a pure water source is the most valuable treasure.en

The bones of marooned wanderers assemble here.en

We know the minds of generations past only by the works they left behind.en

The grandest sculptures are carved with neither hammer nor chisel.en

Spirits gather where the world falls away.en

An undrinkable lagoon girt in unbreathable air.en

Violent seas and hungry shores devour vessels, crew and all.en

Our world is becoming... their world.en

A rare chance to strike back at the horde...en

Silent and imposing, it dominates the landscape.en

Long lost secrets lie buried beyond.en

What kind of people could have built such a thing?en

Perhaps the truth of history may be found within.en

One cannot create life without the power to take it.en

One cannot take life without the power to create it.en

Within lies power beyond comprehension.en

Where reality begins and ends is uncertain.en

Your eyes betray you at every turn.en

There is no bleaker tundra than a city at night.en

Fell blooms and grasping roots grow in shadow.en

Haunting echoes carry a song of sorrow...en

They scrabble and dig; they know not why...en

The sea returns everything eventually. Even the dead.en

Cruel time and change, now plains only in name.en

Live by the power of Corruption... die by madness.en

The air is acrid. The skin burns. No doubt... sulphite.en

It's always raining, but the channels never fill...en

Calm, bleak twilight holds only despair.en

A mad Thane rules over ruin.en

Follow in her footsteps... if you dare.en

It continues still, its purpose unknown.en

When does protection become a prison?en

Something rumbles in the lava-lit gloom.en

The felling continues, unto insanity.en

This cavern burns hot and deadly.en

Exactly as you remember it...en

This lonely island lay untouched for centuries.en

Delusions of suffering... and death.en

What ruin the sky wreaks...en

And it shall be a legendary battle!en

Through the Dreamer they see their path.en

Heroes of many different cultures gather to save the world.en

Once the heart of Druidic power and culture...en

A gnarled tree reflects a terrifying truth.en

From anywhere, and everywhere, it is... down.en

The secrets of the Vaal await an intrepid explorer.en

Ancient treasures await.en

Secrets and shadows...en

Drown in the black waters of nightmare...en

Madness has no home.en

What once was, shall be again.en

Her one-woman crusade continues still.en

What lies beyond the limits of mortal understanding?en

The truth lies somewhere between light and shadow.en

There is no how, or why, or when. Only awe.en

There is no how, or why, or when. Only awe.en

There is no how, or why, or when. Only awe.en

There is no how, or why, or when. Only awe.en

There is no how, or why, or when. Only awe.en

On the crumbling edge of meaning, He awaits.en

The crumbling landscape reveals what lies beneath...en

You will find what they did not.en

The past lies piled under dirt and rot.en

Traces of history remain.en

On the edge of the sea, the dead are closest to home.en

The land has forgotten what came before.en

They came by ship... and they never left.en

Life roils over layers of bones.en

This place was not always so bleak.en

The past lies untouched where the living dare not tread.en

They dig not to discover, but to escape.en

The chill is second only to the stench.en

Strife and terror rule the night.en

Only the shadow of death lives here now.en

There is beauty to be found in the depths.en

These halls weren't meant for you...en

One cannot create life without the power to take it.en

One cannot take life without the power to create it.en

Selfless ancients gave themselves to save tomorrow.en

These gates have facilitated many trades. Silks, spices, and now horrors.en

A sanctuary for the unsanctified.en