Once cloaked in a wall of ancient and powerful wards, patrolled by mystical clouds of fog, leading travellers and others away from its presence. A towering fortress of oak and stone, held together with twisting vines and amber stones. This was known as the Amber Asylum, a horrid and secretive...
Bellflower curled deep into the furs she brought along with her. The icy cold breeze zooming in through the mouth of the cave, nipped at her nose. Even though she was covered in fur, it didn't stop the shivers racking her body. It being the middle of the night, didn't help the unbearable cold...
It had been centuries since she had been here.
Spring.
Olyssa let her fingers trail through the waist high tulips as her mind wandered back through the years. A being as old as she, it took time for those cogs to turn, to remember, but eventually they came back as clear as though they had been...
Those words had stuck with him.
Spoken by one so foul in appearance, and bearing such malicious power. Kiros dared not place his trust in the wretched entity. Was he not better than that, than to give in to forces so clearly malevolent?
The Pilgrim did not think so.
It wasn't the question...
Dusty stopped when her hooves approached the boundary between life and death. Raigryn hadn't expected it to be such a clear demarcation. They stood on soft, green grass. A small contingent of adventurers as well as a squad of dwarven warriors from Belgrath.
Ahead of them nothing grew. Dead...
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