I remember a time before the cascade dried up.

Here in Verstello, the four nations of plant and bug people flourished and thrived.

But the great waterfall that fed the land

slowed to a trickle, revealing a vast salt sea and unknown islands.

The only guide were the words of the 13 dried carvings. The water will

slow to fall, but the tides are turning. Find the infinite lake to replenish

the world and discover the salmon who will grant you a wish of

whatever you desire. This marks the beginning of the tide as many green folk called on

the ships to find the infinite lake and maybe riches, adventure, excitement, and purpose

along the way.

And what exactly is a salmon?

Is that a berry? That was 50 years ago and the tide rushes forward ever still.

There are many stories caught on the wind between sails, but why don't we hear just one of a butterfly gunman with clipped wings, a ripened and

explosive piece of produce, and a witch made out of tea. This is Join the Party, Campaign 3, The Rising Tide!

I'll sing you a song that all green folk, no. Until, until the waterfall's home.

That only began 50 years ago.

Until, until the waterfall's home.

We seek the deep lake and a wish-granting salmon.

Until until the waterfall's snow.

So hoist up the cells and load up the can. Until, until the waterfalls

home.

For rush the storm. For us, for us, from the tides down through the cascade, an adventure for ships, a ceaseless

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