Ombra Astd

In the Ombrae, people are whispering: "The King will never return," and the panic rose as the sky was menacing to send their soldiers to ravage the monstrosities living here. Banshees, zombies, vampires, and so many others were ready to leave the world they loved, to return to Earth and hide. When another rumor spread: "The Prince is coming", and in the heart of the damned, for the first time in a very long time, there was hope again. For those who have fallen in disgrace, those who want to be forgotten. It feels so cold in Ombrae. Where are our brothers and sisters, where are our children? It is so calm in Ombrae. Listening to the call of our King and then his son, the Prince, in the darkness we rise. It is so warm in Ombrae.

It exists, in the universe, a world of darkness. Far from the light, far from everything that may be alive. A world made as a warm and comfortable cocoon for those who have nowhere to go. The Ombrae. The world of the eternal night. While Kingdoms rise and fall, heroes and monsters fight and make peace, the Ombrae will always open its doors to those seeking shelter. Sometimes in the nightmares of the living can be heard the moaning of the refugees. For those who have fallen in disgrace, those who want to be forgotten. It feels so cold in Ombrae. Where are our brothers and sisters, where are our children? It is so calm in Ombrae. Listening to the call of our King and then his son, the Prince, in the darknesses we rise. It is so warm in Ombrae.

Alternate world full of magic and wonder, a young girl training in witchcraft with her loyal daemon Ombra, she has not yet chosen to be a good witch or bad witch... When there's magic in the world what do we see? Is it the normal or abnormality? If you were one of the Unbound what sort would you be, a Dreamwalker perhaps? Maybe a ElementUser? Well whatever you chose to be you could never expect the shadows coming for you... Neither did she.

Il existe, dans l'univers, un monde de ténèbres. Loin de la lumière, loin de tout ce qui peut être vivant. Un monde conçu comme un cocon chaud et confortable pour ceux qui n'ont nulle part où aller. L'Ombrae. Le monde de la nuit éternelle. Alors que les royaumes s'élèvent et s'effondrent, que les héros et les monstres se battent et font la paix, l'Ombrae ouvrira toujours ses portes à ceux qui cherchent un abri. Parfois, dans les cauchemars des vivants, on peut entendre les gémissements des réfugiés. Pour ceux qui sont tombés en disgrâce, ceux qui veulent être oubliés. Il fait si froid en Ombrae. Où sont nos frères et nos sœurs, où sont nos enfants ? Il fait si doux en Ombrae. En écoutant l'appel de notre Roi, puis de son fils, le Prince, nous nous levons dans les ténèbres. Il fait si chaud en Ombrae.