The Age of Autumn Rain

Iron rusts as the rains soak Mythryn, loosening even the grip of a God. After an eon of drought, the rose can finally bloom. We shall be nourished, cleansed, and renewed. But even as we grow, the rain will not relent. Beware the flood, else the flower shall drown in excess. Currents carry blood across the world, a river that threatens to overflow. Broken pillars are swept away, but the remnants poison a sunless world. The sparkling sea churns silently: ripples become permanent waves. Raindrops bead and gather, dripping, slipping down the wall. As ambivalent clouds gather on the horizon, The Age of Autumn Rain begins this dawn. May we all stand strong against this gale of autumn; prepare for the onset of winter. ~ Timekeeper Alacrity

The Age of Autumn Rain

The Mythryn Gambit KojinLi