Are you Sharded?
Sharded is a Dark Epic Fantasy. It takes place in the world of Gurn. The
world has been shattered in a cataclysm and there is no civilization left. The
world that is left is a very dangerous place indeed. Essence Eaters abound and
nothing but misery and death await most.
But there are a few on which all of the fate of Gurn rests on. People have
started to stand up. There are rumors of people who will fall in battle only to
rise again to threaten all the tides of darkness that attempt to swallow up all
those that stand before them. The tales of their abilities and might seem impossible.....
Are you one of those? Are you headed for the only place of where people can
be "safe" at least from the undead during the day. The place called
"Hope" To make a stand and beat back the tide and once again reclaim
Gurn for the living races and take it back acre by acre from the undead hordes
that now inhabit everywhere.
The question really is are your truly Sharded? And more importantly will it
be enough to stem the tides.
"The Unsung Hero"
May 4-6th event teaser
The new spring brings an abundance of life, hope,
and virtue to the areas surrounding Hope. The season tells of a fruitful
harvest, if it weren't for the bugs that are continually spreading
plagues across the land, corrupting crops and the local wildlife. The
beetles are frequent enough, you will undoubtedly squish one underfoot
when not paying attention. The woods around Hope have suffered some
lately, where morning birds fall from their perch mid-chirp, squirrels,
rabbits, and deer fall over in their tracks, obviously covered in
pustules and boils.
As you walk near the tavern of Hope, you hear the
boisterous laughing of some fae, the hearty boasts of some barbarians,
and the singing of some gypsies who have clearly had more than their
share of beverages. A strange, haunting melody gets stuck in your head
and repeats itself over and over again.
The tides have changed, the pride is theirs
My path
is strange, while no one cares
I walk this road though no one knows
This burden's mine, although it shows.
Forever young, forever old
This lonesome path has grown so cold
One more time, one more try
I
must succeed before I die.
Shaking your head, unsure of where that rhyme came
from, you make your way down the road leading towards Hope, and see some
dark clouds heading your way. A storm is brewing and you had best be
inside until it passes. Will Hope be enough to save you?
