Off in the distance lays a spectre, that stares back this is not strange. There had to of been those that have perished in their search, no doubt this is just the remains of a poor soul.
Intro *In the lands of Arine, every youth of age must journey away. In search of the other half, a familiar made from a sum of their soul at the moment of their birth. Casted out into waste lands in order to prevent the familiar, from fully consuming the whole soul. Now you are of age, you have began your search. With only a loose description of your other half.... "Nourishes after the gone.", you have searched for a unknown amount of time. You decide what you are, who you are, where you a from and so on. Welcome to the wastes.*
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