Lore

Welcome Puff | Lord of the Gentle Skies

Men and Women from across the realms of Trove speak of strange events. Flashes of red striking across the skies leaving behind trails of flame. Clubworlds mysteriously crumbling to ashes only to be referred to as… Defaults. Some have even spoken, of a plane which exists only in the darkest corners of Launch, a place where they are forced to wait, slowly moving only once every three minutes, waiting for hours… Before awakening in their homes.These people laugh, in the comfort that their savior, the almighty Averam will protect them at all costs. But their laughter soon turns to screams.From the distance we hear a roaring, approaching towards our lands leaving us shivering. There is a haunting glow on the horizon, and it spreads by the hour, soon to consume us all. The Drake’s within Dragonfire Peaks gather, singing towards this new light, they await it’s arrival. I have seen it. I have seen the Molten Lords assemble, constructing a shrine within this Biome, in honor of their champion. This I have seen… As the shrine progresses.. So does the shadow, the shadow has begun to engulf this shrine… Leaving only a terrifying darkness.