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| Lives in the world of Faeo: |
5 month(s) 13 day(s) |
| Region: |
Poland |
| Motto: |
You die as a hero, or live long enough to be a villain |
| About you: |
Might sometimes login from different IP's, no clue if anyone plays from them, I have no connection to anyone possibly using them whatsoever.
I was just a kid when my family dragged my cousins and me out of our sleepy, distant countryside and straight into the jagged, volcanic landscape of Khair. We didn't stay long just a brief, fleeting visit but the Magmar side of Faeo completely stunned me. It was a terrifyingly beautiful place, filled with glowing lava, choking sulfur, and a dangerous allure that a boy from the peaceful hinterlands couldn't fully comprehend. When we finally packed up and retreated to our quiet lands, a piece of my mind stayed behind.
Years dragged on, and Faeo turned into a hazy, half-remembered dream. I’d find myself staring into ordinary campfires back home, thinking about the crimson skies of Khair. Eventually, the nostalgia became too loud to ignore. I made a choice, packed a single bag, and decided to journey back to the one place that had quietly held my heart captive for a lifetime.
Stepping off the transport, everything initially felt surreal, like trying to navigate a foggy memory. But the moment I wandered into a local settlement, the haze cleared. The Magmars didn't treat me like an outsider; they took me right in, sharing their hearths and a warm drink. It is a strange thing for a world so lethal to feel so safe, but standing here now under the ash-choked sky, I know I'm right where I belong.
It really is good to be back. |
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