Sparkatale

It is the 619th year of the new calendar and the continent of Northendein still draws breath. Two large scale invasions. Two World Wars fought on its soils, and still the North Kings remain defiant of the destruction fated for their land. The taste of battle is fresh as ever - a memory for some men, a nightmare for others. And it is in this seething pool of lusts and contesting visions that the fate of the entire cosmos shall be decided. Across the dark waters of the Sotoan Channel the gods were seen gathered on Mount Elindar one final time before their disappearance. Now a once dead and ravaged land sprouts new life...seemingly, for the earth has felt the steps of these beings long ago. And how naive of men, to think the world was theirs alone...