Jul 21 alkemy_the_game
In the putrid waters of the dark swamp Delta Ciar, west of the mountains Morning, languished the field of the youngest nations Mornea the kingdom of Avalon.
– My lord, the drying up of saline lands in Cœlon is a total failure. A time, however, the lagoon south of Compline has delivered the islets where the Tree of Life was able to extend his holy roots. But with the birth of this strange mist, no radicle appeared. Some parts in contact with salt water whiten even in the extreme.
– We must notify our king Sander replied the constable. I will immediately discuss the matter with me Ivoa lady, his niece.