“The only thing that keeps me sane… is knowing how easy it would be to lose it again.”
The Kingdoms of the Lost North have seen better days. Once, the Northern Continent was filled with vast forests, green meadows, and towering mountains — untouched, pristine nature as far as the eye could see.
There were days when Godlylike beings still walked upon the sunny fields adorned with flowers and butterflies. They cared for the land and nature, often revealing themselves to humans who lived peacefully within their small communities.
These Godlike creatures, together with skilled human blacksmiths and other races, built a great Temple far to the North, beyond the Tundra, hidden within a secret valley. It was there that these supernatural beings spent their time striving to heal and improve the North.
However, humanity’s greatest weakness was then struck. Greed… Lust for Power… Envyness…
As the Kingdoms grew, their conflicts expanded to such a scale that the godlike beings were driven away from the Northern regions of the Second World.
All that remained were power-hungry human Kings for whom nothing was ever enough.
With time, the abandoned Temple faded into myth — known only to historians and keepers of ancient tales.
Once a majestic place, it lay empty for centuries until the conflicts of the North escalated so far that there was no longer enough living space. Famine and resource shortages struck. The Kings brutally enslaved poor farmers, and those who rebelled were executed publicly as an example.
Only the nobles and the rich lived comfortably, their bellies full of food and expensive wine worth a farmer’s monthly wage per glass.
These cruel times bred internal strife. Many of the desperate poor turned to crime and became outlaws, fleeing the Kings’ bloodthirsty hounds.
They found refuge in the abandoned Temple, founding their community among fellow outlaws. Victims of a toxic world…
One of these tragic figures was Tymon.
A man who fell from high above, crashing hard onto the cold ground. Becoming an outlaw, he managed to find his way to the Temple he had heard whispers about — a place where he might still have a place in the world.
But human nature never fails…
Just as in the great Kingdoms, a new hierarchy had formed within the Temple, led by the most ruthless and manipulative — the crime syndicate’s de facto ruler.
Beautiful on the outside, rotten and brutal on the inside, the Temple became a daily struggle for survival for Tymon.
The constant threat of raw, physical violence… the manipulations of those who excelled in mind games…
For Tymon, life became a walk on eggshells.
Who was truly a friend? Who is an enemy? Who would stab him in the back next?
Tymon could no longer even trust himself.
The daily survival within the Temple’s grim halls was worsened by the addictive substances that circulated among its inhabitants…And the human mind is weak. Constant fear and stress drive people to desperate acts. Tymon fell from the ditch into the abyss and ended up addicted to opium…
Tymon is a man who had lost everything. He is a man with nothing left to lose…
And yet, somewhere deep within his subconscious, something still pushed him to reach up from the rock bottom, even if that climb seemed too steep for even the strongest mind to endure…
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