the lost

This was utterly rediculous. How long had he been waiting? 12, no, 13 years and still nobody came back. He was beginning to think they weren't coming back. His large pumpkin head leaned back and Curcurbita, cursed of the fae, looked up to the starry night sky in half hearted hope that he might...

Thysari is open. Come home. It was a simple message, crafted so that it could not be misinterpreted or confused with some other meaning. The Avariel were calling home their Lost. When the gates had shut during the Great Dwarven Wars, the race of winged elves had been spread across the globe...