Ever wanted to take a walk through the wilds of Skyrim, enjoy a pint with friends in The Prancing Pony, or warm yourself by a campfire in the snowy woods after a day of adventuring?
Then welcome to Forsbyr, a small mining town tucked away in the mountains...
Come feed the rain,
'Cause I'm thirsty for your love,
Dancing underneath the skies of lust.
Yeah, feed the rain,
'Cause without your love, my life,
Ain't nothin' but this carnival of rust.
-Poets of the Fall
Instead of going to Oliria, El is suddenly thrust out of the Portal into the island nation of Varu, thousands of miles off course and stranded. Luckily, or unluckily, she meets a self-entitled buccaneer and a crew willing to brave the waves. This is the story...
[center]The formerly pristine Nectar Glen is aflame. Its inhabitants, the winged Aevyormii are beset on all sides by a Parànti race bent on establishing its kingdom on their land.
The only thing protecting those remaining on the battlefield is a warding shield.
And...