Soon the armies were once again even, and all gain an earie silence as both forces restes their tired and warn bodies. Lambarto now old and feable after the long battle has somehow disapeared from gashakbald and with him his massive horde. Still the land remained scared and bitter from the 5 year war. The humans and elves still living in Gashakbald took part in rebuilding their homes and cities, they wheren't forced into it their hearts lead them to do it. But still the wildlife suffered greatly..and as the weeks passed the ordeal was growing never ceasing as the bitter landscape was turning Gashakbald into a waistland...Gashakbald's legendary land was dying and even the gods new that but try as they might, they couldn't stop it's effects. One day when all seemed lost a single tear fell ...not from a child or a royal knight, but from the killer they had created Xinnova. he watched as all around him the effects of their fighting had hurt the land, visions seemed to race across his mind of his family, and his friends dying. With one mighty roar he sent his body down into the depths of the land and there...he viciously sliced his body letting his blood sink deep into the roots of the land, with this overwhelming sacrifice gaea found pitty and restored the land and all it's life back, Xinnova had paid the ultimate price and so he saved the land of Gashakbald, ...legend has it that he still slumbers deep underground waiting for one heart, one pure heart. the choosen warrior...to come and awaken him wielding his powers becoming a dragoon in his wakening!
~Markelm, Portal Mage of the 3rd Tower. Reading from the ancient scrolls of lurden, Master mage of the 4 Towers. |