Long ago, a wanderer brought an enthralling gift to the people of Embervale.The Elixir. It was a cure, a blessing, a weapon.Once concealed by the Ancients, its might had been set free.With it came power, mistrust, and a longing for more.Humanity dug the Elixir Wells, ripping apart the land and each other to quench their thirst.Elixir and blood, a drop for a drop.But from the depths of the Wells an unforeseen curse swept into Embervale.The Shroud, a ruinous fog which sought only to spread and devour.Facing their downfall, Ancients and humans united to forge the Flameborn.A flaming soul in a mortal body, nurtured amongst the ashes of a dying world.Now, your time has come. Awake!
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The battlecries ceased as embers ignited the haze, revealing an uncertain fate...We were suffering. Vanishing. Drowned by the Elixir; smothered by the Shroud... Nearly extinguished.But you, Flameborn, gave your innermost fire, unwilling to forsake our light. We watched the spark in your eyes flicker and fade. Time was running out.Darkness claimed you in the end. But they will remember you, Flameborn, for you're the one... who saved us.Your sacrifice rekindles us; makes us rise from the ashes. We are radiant. Glorious. We are reborn.Embervale is freed of the Wanderer's grasp. Yet, his grin adorns many a familiar face...Countless shapes of one name, their shadows now cast on faraway shores. Visible, yet unreachable to us.Thus, even as eternal rest beckons, the world still pleads with you. Some may defy this call... but not you. Not the Flameborn.Once more... Awake!
