In the Woods, the Wind flows like Stone.

You stand at the precipice of choice, the ledge over the voice of possibilities. You are the puppetmaster, the lord of the realms, the king that once was. And now, you have been brought here. This great balcony is one of many, able to take the faithful to the universe of their choice. In this case, you have chosen Ardion, a strange preindustrial society with a talent for 'magic'. As you dive, you choose what your form shall be.

The End

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