In a land where the future and the past seem to coincide,
Where demons lurk in the shadows, where elves sit on thrones, and humans are ground into flesh in the factories, Where stories are better left untold, and songs are better off never sung again A beacon of hope is quenched And the land plunges into a mysterious shadow. Welcome to Evanescent Penumbra
a roleplay full of secrets, power, death, and glory where nothing is as it seems and everything is not as it should be |
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