gates_of_skeldal/lang/en/intro.csv

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2	310	Rovenland...
3	329	A wondrous, ancient, island,
4	376	where the primordial gods rested, when they created the world.
5	446	Last of the world's fragments,
6	478	where primal magic yet courses,
7	525	and the earth, water, and trees pulse with the gods' might.
8	687	My name is Freghar.
9	717	I devoted my life to the study of these very forces,
10	780	that the gods themselves left for us.
11	839	Yet ancient prophecies from times when the world was still young,
12	897	now begin to be fulfilled.
13	935	The balance is broken. And the night grows longer day by day.
14	1015	I began to search for the causes of the encroaching darkness,
15	1090	and with the help of magic I searched every corner of the island.
16	1175	Almost completely exhausted, I looked upon the southern island.
17	1247	And when my vision, clouded and weakened in mind,
18	1295	cleared, I saw someone powerful drawing mana from the earth and concentrating it.
19	1370	Darkness spreads onward...