An army is only as strong as the blacksmiths that forge its weaponry and armor. Seek them out to equip your soldiers, but be forewarned - they have a proclivity for theft.

-The Architect

Spoils of war are just part of a successful raid. Whether looting armor and weaponry from their enemies, or stealing Cryptopium from their inferiors, the stoic Knights are revered by all who encounter them.

-The Architect

Crates from above will soon crash upon the barren surfaces of CryCor. Within them, a gift from the gods to aid Cryptopians on their quest for riches and glory.

-The Architect

The soldier trudged wearily through the war-torn landscape of CryCor, his mind still reeling from the day's battle. As he walked, his gaze fell upon a crate that lay abandoned by the side of the road. Upon closer inspection, he noticed that it was broken and ragged, as if it had fallen from a great height.

His curiosity piqued, the soldier approached the crate and began to rummage through its contents. Most of the items were destroyed or damaged beyond repair, but then something caught his eye: a tattered parachute, its fabric torn and frayed.

As he picked up the parachute, he saw something glinting in the wreckage. He pulled the object out and discovered a key, its intricate design shining in the dim light.

The soldier's heart quickened with excitement. He had heard rumors of valuable items being discarded from the floating islands above, and he suspected that this key might be just such an object.

But what should he do with it? Should he bring it back to his commanding officer, or keep it for himself? The soldier hesitated for a moment, then slipped the key into his pocket, feeling a sense of satisfaction at his decision.

With renewed energy, the soldier made his way back to camp, his mind racing with the possibilities of what the key might unlock. For the first time in weeks, he felt a glimmer of hope that life on CryCor might hold more than just war and destruction.

-The Architect