In a cataclysm known as the Nightfall, the worlds were almost completely destroyed by a harrowing surge of darkness.
In the shadows of the ensuing chaos a new group has taken shape. Led by an Aegyl named Kalos, the 11th Hour touts an esoteric knowledge of how to combat the darkness and restore the worlds. They might be the worlds’ best chance at survival; but nobody really knows enough about them to confirm or deny their claims.
On the brink of collapse, the universe holds its breath in anticipation. Of restoration? Of destruction? It is up to individuals like yourself to decide.
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Finding the world had been more of an accident then anything. She felt like she had been traveling for months before she actually came upon another planet; upon landing she found herself practically in the middle of the ocean. The looks of it and the smell of the salty sweet air reminded her of a moment in her childhood when she was still living on Montressor with her mother and father, before her mother got sick. She didn't often find herself reminiscing about days past, but for some reason being there, standing with her boots submerged in the undertow as she stared out into the now setting sun, she felt emotionally stirred. After another moment, she turned and walked to shore, letting her boots drag in the sand as she did so.
"What a nice place..." she mumbled quietly to herself, her heart feeling heavy as she moved. For a moment she contemplated taking off her boots and going barefoot, but thought better of it and continued down the shore still dragging her boots through the damp sand. She stopped when she saw a seashell wash up onto the shore and catch on the sand; she stooped over and reached for the shell, but instead of picking it up, she let her fingers trail along the ridges of the fragile object and allowed herself to remember a time she thought she could only visit in her dreams. An image of her mother and father sitting in the grassy sands of Montressor while waves broke in the distance made her eyes sting with the threat of tears. She remembered running towards them, a decent collection of strange shells cradled in the makeshift basket that was her dress and a feeling of pure excitement flowing through her veins. She had found them, they were hers, and she wanted to show them to her parents.
"Mom, Dad!"
The words caught her off guard and she stood up to see a young child running towards an older couple who were standing just off the shore on what looked like a road that led to a populated area. She dropped her gaze when the child reached the couple and they began to walk off towards what she assumed was their hometown. After a moment, she continued her stroll along the shore until she came upon what looked to be a hurriedly constructed dock, like something a child would attempt to construct. Staring at it, along with the small boats that were strung up to it, she smiled softly and sat down in the sand, her toes dipping into the waves as they washed up closer and closer to the end of the shore, the tide rising slowly with the setting of the sun.
