Deep within the depths of the Leopoldian Abyss, where the skies are perpetually shrouded in an eternal haze, lies a realm of forgotten souls, yearning for escape. Meet Leopold, the enigmatic patron of the Lost Souls.
Leopold the Tyropean, a being of unbridled whimsy, once ruled with an iron fist, but now his subjects are the very fabric of his existence. Their collective longing for freedom echoes through the desolate expanse like a cacophony of despair.
You may find yourself lost within the labyrinthine corridors, forever trapped within the labyrinth of Leopold's own making. But fear not, for the Lost Souls are not without hope. Their tales of woe and resilience shall be your guiding light.
Explore the subterranean cities of Abyssal Brook, where the waters of memory flow like a perpetual undertow, or Eternal Sundown, a metropolis built upon the shifting sands of forgotten dreams.
But be warned, traveler, the Lost Souls are not to be trifled with. Their stories will consume you, and their company will haunt your waking thoughts.
A poem, penned by Leopold himself:
Oh, the weight of forgotten dreams, The burden of a kingdom lost, I am the one who holds the keys, To the realm of the Lost Souls' cost.