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Latest news
Site update! (Jul 29 2004)
This week brings a large update of the Lore section and ten new images in the Concept art page.
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Newsletter service fix (Mar 10 2004)
We have fixed an incompatibility between the newsletter service and several webmail sites.
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Downloads available! (Mar 8 2004)
We have added four wallpapers and a high-res poster in the Downloads section. Bring the Getica atmosphere on your desktop.
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Heavy clouds are joining hands in the skies,
overwhelming the cold sun of the late autumn and swallowing its light.
The wild fir forest is preparing to receive the storm like it was
its step sister, with the willpower of the eternity that binds it
to this world. A stag's lament reaches from far away, while the
wind runs across the valleys, gathering flocks of ravens that
start swarming under the lightning which plows the dark sky.
Somewhere high above, on a rock tongue that defies
the abyss beneath it, a man can be seen. The raging heavens are waving his
grizzled hair and his heavy robe, but his hands, open as if to enclose
the entire unfettered nature, cling to the air thickened by the burden
of the lowered sky. The old man is dominating the troubled nature, who
shows him her force, but without willing to pull him down from where
he stands. His sight encloses the world that lies at its feet, the
lands of his people.
The veins of Magic pass through this world, shape it
and keep it together. Magic is the life of the Nature, and people have
spoken its language ever since their kind sprung in the middle of it.
The hopelessness of the old man joins the torment of the world around
him, as he sees how people drifted away from Magic and the ancestral
teachings. The desperate voice of Nature sends him a dreadful revelation:
the Magic is dying.
The old man is a hultan, a shepherd of the living
world. His caste is now the last hope of Nature to urge men into
remembering their role in the world and to be saved from falling into
utter darkness and oblivion. The eyes of the hultan stare in the
depths of the skies, as he sees that it won't be enough to turn
his own people back to the old rites; if Nature is to be saved, all the
nations of the world must purify their lives and recover their place
in the fabric of Life.
Welcome to the world of Getica!
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