Tales of Aria

After centuries of seclusion, the Rosetta have learned to harness Strale; the power that resonates throughout their beloved forest.

The hand of autumn sweeps the land, guiding life towards rebirth.

"Better to fight and fall than to live without hope." - Valgard Hoarfrost

Between the blinding snow and biting cold, the Bleak Expanse can quickly prove fatal to anyone foolish enough to traverse it.

The ancient defenders of Aria were unyielding, crushing any threat to their home without hesitation.

Burgeon or bludgeon, the Rosetta do what they must to protect the forest.

Currents of earth energy rush through Candlehold forest, swelling like the rapids of a mighty river.

"Evergreen, everlasting." - Old Aria proverb, to endure

The hand of lightning strikes the land, jolting life from its slumber.

When the whole is greater than the sum of its parts.

"Back in my day, folk used weapons made of metal." - Lishu, Crimson Haze Vigilante

Deep in the heart of the forests of Aria, the Rosetta bloom.

A veil of permafrost preserves the Ollin, and with them, Aria's past.

An eclectic convergence of tradition and aspiration, the Einion strike to defend Aria's future.

A wise warrior takes time to rejuvenate.

Whenever you swallow, you will taste ash. Wherever you tread, you will feel thorns.

He stood, unyielding, as their blood turned to ice.

Those who understand the Flow, will always find shelter in the forests of Aria.

Heavens old, eternal cold; the Ollin's return, the Fates foretold.

The ancient Guardians embody the elements of Aria, drawing upon the land itself.

A flash amidst the darkness; a surprising spark of life.

The winds of winter are always hunting for prey on the slopes of Mt. Isen.

The hand of winter grasps the land, laying life to rest.