Act III - Awakening

Awakening

Across Pawtato Land, countless inhabitants lived ordinary lives, unaware of the slumbering heroic traits buried deep within them. But when the first devious creatures swept across the land, that invasion became the spark that shattered their quiet existence.

In the face of chaos, something ancient stirred inside a chosen few - courage, resolve, and the instinct to protect what they love. These awakened souls rose from among the Pawtatoes, no longer mere villagers or workers, but the new Heroes of Axoma. While sharing the task to stand against corruption, they came to find specializations in doing so.

The Becoming of a Hero

When the first minions of Supay breached the Divine Barrier and raided a nearby village, one humble Pawtato farmer refused to flee. With nothing but a broken shovel, he shielded others as the creatures attacked and the earth cracked open beneath them. Legends say remainders of Axomamma’s will sensed his courage and turned that shovel into a blade of radiant steel. From that day, the first Knight swore an eternal oath: to stand firm where others fall. A Knights armor is heavy, but their will is heavier. Every Knight who follows bears the same promise - to be a wall protecting the weak. Through the gap in the Barrier, strange currents of arcane power, that had long been kept outside Axoma, found their way inside. Most Pawtatoes felt nothing, while some lost their minds as the foreign energy twisted their thoughts and bodies. But a rare few resonated with it. They learned to shape it instead of being consumed by it - bending the alien force to their will. These Pawtatos became the first Mages - wielders of an unstable magic born not from the land, but from beyond it. Before the invasion, some Pawtatos had little to their name - scraping by with quick hands and quicker lies, lifting what others wouldn’t miss, and vanishing before dawn. When Supay’s creatures crossed into the land, their survival instincts found a new purpose. There are whispers of an underground group - Pawtatos with similar pasts, moving unseen beneath the soil. These Rogues strike from darkness and leave no trace - silent defenders born out of basic necessity. When the skies first dimmed and the shrieks of Supay’s beasts echoed across the valleys, panic spread faster than the flames. But from the hilltops came a different sound - the hum of bowstrings cutting through chaos. These Pawtatoes had always been hunters and watchers, keeping to the edges of villages, their eyes sharper than any blade. Guided by instinct and patience, Archers turned distance into their greatest weapon - striking before danger ever reaches the walls. Since distant times, some Pawtatos could hear the quiet rhythm beneath the soil more clearly than most - the heartbeat of Axoma itself. When Supay’s corruption began to seep through the cracks, those who listened felt the land cry out in pain. They did not run. They answered. The first Druids gave up comfort and company, vanishing into the wilds to mend what others could not see. They spoke to roots and rivers, called storms to cleanse the taint, and drew strength from every living thing that still remembered balance. Where others wield steel or sorcery, Druids wield life - bending nature’s fury and grace in equal measure.

With varying skill sets, these Heroes stand tall together, ready to face the threat with their lives on the line. For them, Adventure awaits.