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Where is that exalted who changed the world with is smile?
Where is that exalted who made what is true seem even truer?
Where is that exalted who saved people and for some was the hero?
Where is that exalted who, by strength of destiny, was blessed by the gods?
Where is that exalted who was more than a man and more than god?
Where is that exalted who was a small step behind perfection?
I tell you where he is:
He is in the Underworld, a God-King in his own right, a punisher of the living and an architect of the end of days. He has become a (the) Mask of Winters: a nightmare so powerful that makes us doubt of what is real and what is an illusion! A necromantic soul capable of making the soil bleed with his own steps.
Do not expect compassion or piety, expect a macabre yet diplomatic beginning of your suffering!

Signed: The Deathlord, The Mask of Winters.

Welcome to the Memory Archive

In this humble abode Storytellers will come forward with their chronicles and tell, to all who wish to share their knowledge, tales of worlds and gods, dragons and wizards, kings and knights, princes and priests, adventures and treasures.

In here there is no time or place, everything is warped in a multiverse which boundaries are those of imagination.

Welcome stranger, please have a seat and tell us your story.