DOTLAN EveMaps

Hard labour and servitude. Shattered homes strewn across the countryside serve as bitter echoes of the last revolt stamped into the dust.
Though this may be our darkest hour, whisper the memories of the glory and might of those that will return. We will claim our rightful inheritance! Sharpen thy blade my son and thrust thy soul into the fire, for out of these embers the Valheru will rise again...