Whispers of Oldwood | Season 2 Announcement
We’re approaching the end of our first season, and our server story has brought us into the Reign of the Rust. Our players sleuthed and schemed their way through our server story in ways that have lasting impacts for both players, and the server going into our next season.
With Season 2, we’re updating to Game Version 1.21.5, adding a bunch of new mods, and changing the process to join our community.
You can expect to see new ways to customize your character with Racial Equality, Lupine, Skaven, Kobold, and others which will have main server story lore implications if played. In that same thread, we’ve added even more clothing mods so you can dress your best while surviving the rust!
You will face some new mechanical challenges with the addition of Hydrate or Diedrate, Butchery and Toolsmith, which will be important as you learn the new ways to traverse the landscape with some Salty’s mods; Crawl & Dive and Catch Ledge.
Season 2 Lore Introduction
“Rejoice! I herald the coming storm.
Mother and Father have seen you, and come to wash your worries clean.
Rejoice, and celebrate. Soon, you shall suffer no longer.”
-The Herald of Rust
The Temporal Super Cell has passed, and as you leave the vaults once more you feel the world is different in an instant. The air breathes. The water speaks. The earth hums.
Magic. Raw power flows from the temporal rifts, infusing the Oldwood with mystical energies. In the sky you see stones, animated by the elements, moving with the breeze. In the woods you see beasts, standing tall with the spark of intelligence in their eyes. In the fields you see patches of once-familiar flowers that now shine with a vibrance beyond what you remember.
But in that same instant you know all is not well. In the lulls of the wind you feel a sickness that hangs in the air. In the far distance you see vast swathes of shadow that coat the earth, shadows without clouds to cast them. Strange altars with rusted icons and wicked briars dot the landscape, and stone fortresses braced with pitted iron. You see rifts that refuse to close, and terrible brambled bells that toll and wail and draw things from the other side.
The Rust has come to claim the Oldwood, and leave Devastation in its wake.
Strike the earth, hammer the board,
Rett the flax and strip the cord,
Till the soil, mine the stone,
Tan the leather, sharpen bone.
War is come for Oldwood’s Roots
By braying beast and rusty boots
Our new Season starts on December 12th. Join us, and survive through this new world filled with strange magics!