Anniversary Game 4/Anonymous Game 1: A Fresh Start

AG4/AN1: A Fresh Start A mountain stood high above the land that had been a kingdom, surrounded by a thousand fires. Beneath its steady gaze, armies fought relentlessly through the days, ceasing only to take shelter from highstorms. Atop that mountain sat a small town, hosting only a single visible fire in the very centre of the town. “Once, when your parents were but children, there was peace,” an old woman said, making images of happiness and sunshine appear in the flames. “An

Well, Beagle? And Swan, I suppose I need to remedy some of this, for soiling your image D1... There was a highstorm that evening. Fierce, unforgiving, the harsh mother that Nature is. The rain was unrelenting, soaking everything through. The town shut itself into its homes for the night and prayed to the Almighty that a stray boulder would not crash through their roof. And then it passed, leaving crem and puddles in its wake. A soggy reminder of the destruction. Durthu wa