Glorious Alpha Two Testers!
We are in the Alpha Two Phase II testing which will take place 5+ days each week.
Alpha Two testing is scheduled to happen daily until January 13, 2025 at 10PM PT. We will have periods of downtime for hotfixes and daily restarts happening at 2 AM PT for NA realms, and 2 CET for EU realms.
Starting next week, Alpha Two realms are scheduled to be online for 5+ days a week from Thursdays at 10 AM PT to Mondays at 10 PM PT. Alpha Two realms are planned to be down on Tuesdays and Wednesdays, and for daily restarts. Alpha Two realms will also be brought down as updates and fixes are ready.
You can download the game launcher here and we encourage you to join us on our Official Discord Server for the most up to date testing news.
We are in the Alpha Two Phase II testing which will take place 5+ days each week.
Alpha Two testing is scheduled to happen daily until January 13, 2025 at 10PM PT. We will have periods of downtime for hotfixes and daily restarts happening at 2 AM PT for NA realms, and 2 CET for EU realms.
Starting next week, Alpha Two realms are scheduled to be online for 5+ days a week from Thursdays at 10 AM PT to Mondays at 10 PM PT. Alpha Two realms are planned to be down on Tuesdays and Wednesdays, and for daily restarts. Alpha Two realms will also be brought down as updates and fixes are ready.
You can download the game launcher here and we encourage you to join us on our Official Discord Server for the most up to date testing news.
A Soft Wind
TheBootyBoy
Member, Alpha One, Alpha Two, Early Alpha Two
A soft wind tumbles through the woods, and the fire from the pit flickers and flutters against the breeze. The shadows that were dancing across the dewy treeline are whipped and warped with the gust; their happy dance along the oak now stretched and sinister. The soft light of the stars wink downwards.
The man that sits at the fire is hooded. He stares into the flame, never turning towards the wind, never looking at the stars, the shadows, paying no heed to their wicked dance across the tree floor. The only time he turns is when you step into the light of the fire.
The man turns to you, his voice is low but strong; you think you recognize the tone: the voice of a man at war with himself, in question of his past or maybe of his future.
"Who," he asks. "Who are you? What is your story?"
The man that sits at the fire is hooded. He stares into the flame, never turning towards the wind, never looking at the stars, the shadows, paying no heed to their wicked dance across the tree floor. The only time he turns is when you step into the light of the fire.
The man turns to you, his voice is low but strong; you think you recognize the tone: the voice of a man at war with himself, in question of his past or maybe of his future.
"Who," he asks. "Who are you? What is your story?"
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