A Ruined Land Based on the Ruins of Symbaroum system
Like a steel-clad ship in a thundering storm, she cut through the waves of darkness
and dread. I was there to bear witness; I am one of few who stood in awe as the first
light of dawn got caught in her armor, transforming our young Queen into a mounted, sword-wielding sun – Korinthia Nightbane, our sovereign, slayer of the dark.
The blood that was spilt, the lives that were lost, the tears that keep falling from
red-rimmed eyes; the skies filled with ash, the soils turned to dust, the rivers transformed into muddy trenches. Such is the price we had to pay, for the Dark Lords’
betrayal, but also for the hardships that finally led us here, to the Promised Land.
Strengthened and enlightened, we begin again, the children of Alberetor matured
into the mothers of Ambria. The sorrow that blackens our hearts will be delivered in
tears of hope and joy, not of grief and despair. We shall harvest the fruits of earth
and forests, we shall harness the force of rivers and mountains, we will rise higher
than ever before. To the pleasure of Prios we shall ascend to a place where there
are no shadows, where darkness is no more. Because we are the people of Korinthia
Nightbane and we will never be vanquished!
Excerpt from Herakleo Attio’s New Year’s speech, the Triumph Plaza, Yndaros
