Istoria (itch)

Istoria "Home was always watched over by the Gods. Every hundred years, their gilded home of Istoria would drift into view from the heavens above. Blessed rains and seeds would shower our world, granting it new life." "No such blessings were given this time. Instead of feasts, we were given famine. Our fields now lie barren under a rain of crystalline dust. Have we committed some heretical crime to deserve this?" "Or has something far worse befallen the Gods?" Journey across Istoria as you take ...