The Eiron Forest is gone.

Only bushes and shrubs mark where it once stood.

And soon, even those will be gone.


Player: "Why is that, noble Elim?"

The Kurin brothers, powerful brutes.

Tearing at leaves, knocking down trees, rending bark.

Would you stop them? So that the forest shall not die forever?


Player: Accept.

The Kurin brothers are named Fat Athos, Runty Porthos, and Nimble Aramis.

All wander through the area. You must have patience.


Player: "I will follow the example of the Elim."

You return.

Is it done?


Player: "It is done."

Many thanks, Daeva.

Soon, I will be the only one who remembers the forest.

I will rot, and I will die. But not because of the Kurin.