Going back to the beginning before advance more, this sector is finished. Below is a brief introduction to the scenario, map and an illustration to set the scene. With my poor English, I apologize in advance for any mistakes in the direct translation of Google Maps.

Kurisika - General description

At the dawn of the world, long before time was counted, there was the Kurisikar Valley, an icy immensity located to the northeast of the continent of Jambolândia, existence here is forged in the incessant agony of the constant cold and the violent rustling of the winds. The great Valley as it is known, a vast land between the bleak and untamed northern borders, unknown even to the most ancient sages, and the troubled coast of the Untamed Sea, offers those who inhabit it a brutal and savage beauty, a desolate vastness where the Endless sky meets inhospitable plains in a cold, merciless embrace. Here, life is a constant struggle against the relentless elements, a tireless search for resources, extreme care in maintaining them, and an endless tale of bravery and effort.

Within this scene of colors, the endless pastures vary between yellow and grayish brown, three large tribes of semi-nomads survive, each with its history rooted in the eternal mysteries of the valley. Guided by an ancestral connection to mammoths and elephants, majestic creatures that roam the land like titans of ancient times, these tribes revere the animals as relatives and protectors. Skilled hunters and explorers of a land that seems to disdain human survival, the men and women of Kurisika are figures of robustness and determination, their skin ranging from brown to ebony and hair from white to shades of red and black. , all fluttering in the constant wind.

More than a home, Kurisika is a field where family unity and honor are treasured with fervor, and where solidarity is not merely a virtue, but a vital necessity. Here, among the icy breaths and the vast tundra, lie ruins forgotten by time, buried by the cloak of the seasons, waiting for the curious or courageous hand that dares to discover them.

This place is a living testament to human resilience, a stage for the eternal drama between survival and adversity, shrouded in the shadows of ancient days and the promises of future discoveries.

The Tomb of Abscess IV

In ancient times, before the skies were stained with soot and the rivers turned to sulphur, Abscess IV ruled with an iron fist and a sharp mind. He was no ordinary king – his crown was made not only of gold, but of alchemical secrets and formulas known only to him.

It is said that in his prime, the mighty King discovered the secret of ultimate transmutation. Some say he sought eternal life, others that his obsession was absolute power. Whatever the truth, he ordered the construction of a tomb even before his death – not as a simple mausoleum, but as a shrine of alchemy, a place where forbidden secrets would be buried with him.

The ancients spoke with reverence of his tomb, a pyramid of stone carved into the bowels of the earth. But then came the great eruptions—mountains spewed fire, the skies turned to perpetual night, and the purging of the earth devoured the entire island. When the ash finally settled, the Tomb of Abcess IV had disappeared beneath an even greater tomb: an ocean of volcanic debris.

The Forgotten Treasures

The old storytellers speak of unparalleled riches hidden within the tomb—not mere coins or jewels, but artifacts of unimaginable power. Alchemy manuscripts that could disintegrate mountains, elixirs that could turn flesh to gold, and blades that would never rust. But above all these treasures, one legend stands tall: The Abscess Machine.

The Abscess Machine

In the deepest chamber of the tomb, protected by sigils that not even the dead dare violate, lies the final creation of the alchemist king. A mechanism of living metal, pulsing with hidden energy. It is said that it was built for a single purpose: to consume souls and distill the very essence of life.

The Tombkeepers

Neither suffocating ash nor oblivion have extinguished the king's watchmen. Within the buried corridors of the tomb, beings still prowl. They say that the enemies who betrayed Abcess were melted down and molded into bronze statues, condemned to remain eternally as their master's guardians. Their metal armor creaks as they move, and their hollow eyes still burn with the glow of ancient enchantments.

Others speak of golems forged of mercury, moldable as smoke and sharp as blades. And there are those who say that even the dead of Abscess still walk, not as ghosts, but as experiments of twisted flesh, creatures that should not exist.

Dangerous deadly dangers await curious onlookers 🤣

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