War Song

<p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(26 26 27 1)>Admar's future is a path paved with broken glass. Each step forward living under Scothean tyranny cuts away another piece of his humanity-right down to the very bone.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(26 26 27 1)>But even a meager life as a miner is better than a pointless death. A sister a mother a lover all lost at the uncaring hands of the Scoths have left him with nothing but memories and ash for comfort. While stories like his are all too common they still aren't enough to stoke rebellion among the oppressed.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(26 26 27 1)>If Admar is to find hope amid the brutal occupation of his homeland he'll have to question how deep his convictions go. For with every crack of the enemy's whip he'll know torment. With every swipe of their axes he'll know suffering. And every moment he refuses to act will drag him further from his destiny.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(26 26 27 1)>Maybe there are no more heroes left.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(26 26 27 1)>Or maybe they're waiting to be made.</span></p><p><br></p><p><br></p>