Some time in pre-history, far beyond the memories of the longest lived races, this ancient race faced an apocalyptic event. They preserved their people by placing the collective souls and minds into stone effigies to their various gods. Now the seals that kept them dormant have begun to unravel...
The god of storms. His effigy is that of an immense winged serpent
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