Change has come and gone in Ravos; nothing is the same in the wake of the wild, wild magic. Even the ancient things are changed and the land they grew up knowing is full of scars and open sores.

Horses come with infinite colors on their skins and thousands of feathers upon their backs. The elements are growing rabid and uncontrollable. Some are being devoured by the powers they once loved so much. Even those that took no element upon arrival are finding power in their veins.

There is talk of disease, of death, of discord.

Lands have been swallowed up by Velius for the magic knows no kindness; it grows more implacable each day.

The magic of Ravos is changing; every inch of Ravos is changing.

This is the cusp, the apex, the last stand---

This is all we have.



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VERSION 2: DISCORD
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