Fortur

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Our world is dying. The Great Dales that overgrew our lands are perishing, in the next century there will be the first child born who knows not what a "tree" is. This dying land cannot be an accident. As the groves vanish, and The Last Dragon hides in solitude seeing the end of her kind waiting at the top of the hourglass, Humans and Dark Elves thrive. A world dominated by warriors of King and Country, where the people of Corfae march ever closer to feats of industry the elves of old would shudder to comprehend...This is the world of fortune we inherited, though it is hardly the world we were promised.   Welcome To Fortur.