Darkness draws nearer day by day.

 

Tensions build between nations and within the Great Houses. Unnatural monstrosities lurk among the ever-growing Shadow and the Varu's influence spreads unchecked.

 

The Light has forsaken us. But not all is lost. For there are few who may still yet kindle its flame.

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Lightsworn, they are called. 

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They have gone by many names throughout the ages, but their ability to wield The Light fell from memory and record long ago. 

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As the world spins ever closer to destruction, murmurs of this ancient order have reawakened in the darkest corners of Tyrenfall.

 

The hour of the Lightsworn is at hand.