- So you came here for answers, Lord Oberon. Let me tell you now, it won’t be cheap to decipher these parchments and there’s no place to negotiate.
Lord Oberon looks at the fortune teller and throws a bag of sapphires on the oak table.
- Very well, my Lord. Take a seat, drink my good wine. You won’t be disappointed.
She exhales slowly as part of the ritual. A warm breeze rushes through the tent, murdering candle lights with a soft blow. Her eyes are still closed, her arms are like the waves of the Northern Sea; dancing, enticing the Lord’s attention. The oak table shakes for a second when her crystal orb flashes bright like Eir’s light. She is in a trans now, whispering words toward Lord Oberon…
- I see how the coal burns with steel in the fire. Weapons are made, soldiers are born overnight, no one questions the Sire. Nations gather under one flag, afraid, full of hope and have just one desire; live on their own land and send the Balur, Bringer of Doom, to eternal exile. But, dreams are broken and split into halves as Balaur’s hordes bash through the weary guards. Humans fall. Wishes and hopes are no more. I see the war.
The fortress you found, you know it well. It was built by the ancient race we know as the Renegade. You were looking for this place hoping you’d find it first. The knowledge it hides terrifies you, but is quenching your undying thirst for power. The Renegade knew mankind was to fail, so they summoned a fortress from nothing but arcane magic. They concealed the place and started to document everything about their mystical knowledge, in a hope, that one day, Balur will perish at the walls of their fortress design...
By the time the documentation was finished the war had surged back and forth around the world of Stormfall, and it was obvious that Balur had no intention of leaving anyone alive. The Renegade was old and tired, exhausted by the years of working. I can feel it, like I was there… They lived within the walls and only legends knew they were ever there.
She picks up the parchments and murmurs the language of the ancient race while Lord Oberon fixates on the events.
- There, my Lord. The parchments talk in our common tongue now. Be careful who you show these.
With her last words she slips out of the trans screeching as the magic escapes her body, violently.
Scrolls:
Level 6 Fortification
The Immortal Pact: by upgrading this lost art, your placeable castle guards gain additional defensive bonus
The Secret Tunnel: by upgrading this lost art, your offensive troops gain percentage against the enemy castle’s intelligence bonus. Offensive troops may stay completely hidden until they collide with the walls of the target fortress.
The Tower of Vengeance: after discovery you can build an upgradeable tower within your castle walls, much like you’d upgrade the Altar of Weor. The tower will absorb and reflect some of the damage taken during an incoming raid. FBs don’t apply. After each attack the tower is subject to downgrade.
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