Winternight

What happens after the powers that tore a world apart go silent for eons?

In such a world... the seven races of man are apt to forget the gods who write their destiny.

If oaths bind the very soul of those who take them, how deeply must they hide their allegiance?

In such a world, where the deepest truths are called fiction, loyalty to a half-forgotten god could make one a laughingstock.

With a future bleak since time immemorial, how can hope still live on?

In such a world, the prophecy that will set everything right and build a new future for the children of mankind, must be seen as a farce.

Especially because that future comes at a cost so high the world is barely able pay it.

The keening wind blew long and hard that bitter, frosty night,

to pierce the heart and chill the bone and chase away the light.

When in the blasted land it claimed the darkness woke once more,

To rend a battered world from which ’twas bound in time of yore.