Player: Hi
A vision of the past: Greetings {visitor}.
Player: Visitor
A vision of the past: The place you are visiting, is nothing but an {echo} of the past.
Player: Echo
A vision of the past: This place and I are just {visions} of a long gone area.
Player: Visions
A vision of the past: I am what is no longer alive. A mere {memory} stored in the walls of our fallen fortress.
Player: Memory
A vision of the past: The last memory of a once proud {race}, wiped out in their war against the demons.
Player: Race
A vision of the past: Once we were numerous. We seeded the world, that the gods entrusted us to protect. We became their champions and wardens in their {war}s against evil.
Player: War
A vision of the past: We fought in the name of the gods. We fought valiantly. We fought gloriously. Yet ultimately we {failed}.
Player: Failed
A vision of the past: We were great soldiers. Many battles were won by our wooden legions by physical prowess, magical insight, and the blessings of the gods. Yet we were not prepared for the fury of the inferniarchs. ...
A vision of the past: The inferniarchs managed to burn their hellish portals into weak pockets of the rock and from there wormed their way into the bowels of our fortress while we were fighting off their siege engines. ...
A vision of the past: Even then we might have stood a chance, but we were not {prepared} for Rotrender.
Player: Prepared
A vision of the past: We prepared for the great war to come. We planted the seeds for our future armies all over the world. A legion to behold would have risen, with the passing of the seasons.
A vision of the past: But before the seeds could {flourish}, the sheer number of demons and their ferocity overwhelmed us.
Player: Flourish
A vision of the past: The legions were prepared to bloom, but without us to teach the next generation, our once proud race will fall into barbarism and {disarray}. ...
A vision of the past: Or already has, as we are only a faint memory without substance or identity now.
Player: Disarray
A vision of the past: The fortress of Azzilon has fallen. Our race has perished. All our preparations were for naught. Even our {ultimate} weapon wasn't prepared to save us.
Player: Ultimate
A vision of the past: We planted the seed for the ultimate weapon, safely hidden in the deepest depths of the high seas. If it had grown, it would have turned the tide of battle. But we underestimated {time}.
Player: Time
A vision of the past: We thought in the dimensions of trees, time meant little to us. It was an ally at best. But time turned out to become our worst {enemy}.
Player: Enemy
A vision of the past: Time had run out for us. We lost the next generations that we planted, and our folly {doomed} our civilization. Our best weapon was not even blossoming when the demons came. This doomed us all.
Player: Doomed
A vision of the past: This echo is our last legacy, the legacy of a lost race. Let our fate be a reminder for others not to underestimate time. The things you seem to have in abundance may turn on you at some point.
A vision of the past: Never forget, that time is precious, even when you seem to have it in abundance.
Player: rotrender
A vision of the past: He was a massive inferniarch, the wildest and most despicable of them all. Where he walked, the ground was defiled and rot nested. His touch withered our bark and caused us to crumble. ...
A vision of the past: He became the scourge of Azzilon. Our doom. In the end, we lured him into a cave where some of our finest had merged with stone and earth. ...
A vision of the past: Their roots collapsed the cave over the fiend, crushing his poisonous body under masses of rock, ending its existence. ...
A vision of the past: But the damage had been done, our defences breached. The hordes of the inferniarchs were everywhere. We did not go out without a glorious battle, taking inferniarchs with us in droves. ...
A vision of the past: In the end they brought us down though. One by one the defenders fell and at some point even the victorious cackling of the remaining inferniarchs ceased and silence fell over Azzilon, to be forgotten by the world we fought for.
