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Frozen Sanctuary

A re-imagining of Torga's original stage Frozen Sanctuary. Now with a better color palette, more interesting plat layout, and is a better fit for the character

The Frozen Sanctuary is one of many outposts created by the Aether Chelodians (Turtles). These structures were erected to house and encourage meditation for the numerous diligent monks that roamed from temple to temple. They are used as benchmarks for which locations have been overrun by The Fire. When the forest began to seek revenge, it was too used to communicate what Sylvanos had done to the land. Over time, many outposts began to fall, with the strength found in the forest and fire being an unstoppable force, only few remained. The Frozen Sanctuary, amongst a land too cold to sustain a flame, and dirt too unyielding to see a flower bloom. This is where Torga resides, in a paradise for him and him alone

The perfect peace of the land, such perfection for the peace and quiet that was ever so loved by the monks. That was until others began to seek this paradise for themselves. The Fire Empire and Forest have ravaged and terrorized so many towns beloved by their people, and people began to seek shelter elsewhere. In the hills of this barren wasteland was just enough to sustain the lives of the few that had found their way. But as more and more began to build their homes, there was less and less resources to go around. And just like that... people got greedy. Fathers and mothers came from their small, cold cabins to fight for their children. Pillaging other homes for their food, slaying innocent men and women for what little they had.

There was no stopping this all-out-warfare once it started. Soon everyone was on edge, there was nowhere safe to hide. That was until a group of scared villagers banded together to build a warm cathedral-esque stronghold in these fear-driven mountains. To fight off those seeking to use what they built for their own self-gain, they built weapons. Cannons, crossbows, anything to protect their home. Soon, their beautiful building began to grow dull... After standing the barrage of desperate people grasping for new hope, they began to realize that they had not built a paradise. No, they had built their own prison, forever doomed to protect and hide. After many years and lives lost, the stronghold grew quiet. The torches extinguished, food rotted, and water turned murky... Nobody was left, just silence

Torga, from his sanctuary, did nothing. A once noble turtle, was brought to his knees and wept... He had sworn an oath against violence, but his abstinence only brought upon more against others.

He would not let that mistake happen again.