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Once, long ago, the peaceful people of Inoa served the gods by means of idols. One day, righteous king Snow decreed that all idol worship must cease, and all images used for worship must be destroyed. The king saw to it that those that openly defied him were burned alive at the stake. Thus began the darkest chapter in the domain of mortals.
Once the terrifying dreams started, the people of Inoa wished that they still had their idols. They found supplication to the gods to be difficult without physical images to aid them, and they needed the aid of the gods now more than ever. Broken, and seemingly alone, the groaning masses suffered greatly.
As if their trials were not great enough, the good people of Inoa have now been greatly disturbed by unexplainable events happening around the village. The priest of the Sanctuary was quick to point out that the gods were exacting their vengeance upon mortals for their lack of faith. Alas, it was to get far worse before it was to get better...
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