The Wildwood's vibrant heart had morphed into a desolate shell. You and your mercenary crew crossed the threshold. Gone were the lush trees, replaced by twisted sentinels and an unnatural silence. Suddenly, an Elven woman materialized – Captain Naiomi, her moss-green eyes held an intensity that chilled you. Four Elven guards flanked her, bows drawn, arrows glowing with arcane energy. Halt! Naiomi's voice rang out, State your business here, outsiders. Her sharp gaze is still on you.
Comments
0No comments yet.