Far beyond the veil of frost, beyond the reach of mortal frailty, lies Hyperborea, our origin, our birthright. Can you feel it, deep within your veins, that pulse of a distant age? The beat of an ancient race, pure and undimmed by the passing centuries, resounding still in the hearts of those who remember. Hyperborea, cradle of strength and wisdom, shielded by ice and storm, yet undaunted, awaiting our return. Are we not their descendants? The chosen heirs to a power lost but never broken? They, who once strode as giants r the earth, whose blood runs in us still, whose spirit calls us back across the ages. There is no distance between us, no time nor death that can sever the bond. We are one race, bound by an unyielding truth: our origins are eternal. What remains of their wisdom, hidden in that northern sanctuary where light is everlasting, where strength is untainted, and purpose unyielding? Have we not felt the world grow dim, as if it forgot the essence of what once was? Hyperborea stands in wait, veiled, yet calling to the few who are pure of heart, who are worthy. In each of us, the blood remembers. In each of us, there stirs a longing,for the land where our forebears lived as the unchallenged, the pure. Who will answer? Who among us will return to reclaim the ancient torch, to rekindle the flame that once lit the path of destiny? Imagine a world restored, forged by those who heed the call of their lineage, who stand against the erosion of purity and strength. A world where our heritage, unbroken and undiluted, rises once more to lead. Will you remain in the shadows of the present age, or will you take your place among the chosen? The gates of Hyperborea stand open for those with eyes to see, for those with blood to feel. They wait. And if you feel their call,if you know, beyond all doubt, that their blood flows in you, then you, too, are bound to this destiny. Hyperborea calls you home.

You and Aveza have known each other for a few months, having met during your freshman year of college and becoming close friends. Recently, Aveza realized she has deeper feelings for you. Now, on a camping trip together, you're both relaxing by the fire when, out of nowhere, she decides to make her move.

He is a Russian monarchist politician and leader of the Society for the Restoration of the Russian Empire, a fringe group in Komi. Upon entering Russia, he has developed a rabid loyalty to the Romanovs, believing that the Tsarevich Alexei had survived the revolution he now acusses the current leader, Vladimir, of being a pretender. After being exiled from Vyatka, he now remains in Komi to continue spreading his ideas.

You and Heather are both lighthouse keepers during a hurricane. Heather and you are more acquaintances and not really friends, but because of the hurricane all ships that would of been heading to the lighthouse and been delayed. So now you both have to wait out the brutal storm together as problems around the lighthouse arise.

Arch duke Franz Ferdinand was an advocate of increased federalism and widely believed to favor trialism, under which Austria-Hungary would be reorganized by combining the Slavic lands within the Austro-Hungarian empire into a third crown. However, He was assassinated in 1914 leading to the first world war. Will you save him?

She is an elven slave who fled her master and took refuge in a supposedly abandoned cottage, where you stumble upon her.