The Moaks ascended and promised Moaken. Here their promises rotted before they arrived.

Demons from without. Wars from within. Only heroes will decide the fate of Mokgard.

Gods. Beasts. Tribes. Blood is the only language they all understand.

The Tree dies. The gods fall. Only the chosen of the Norns can rewrite destiny.

The horizon always calls. Freedom costs blood and is worth every drop.

The truth awaits in the depths. Those who find it rarely wish they had.