A chilling wind whipped through the ravine, carrying with it the whisperings of a enraged storm. Underneath the swirling maelstrom above, Stiklar's wrath unleashed with a ferocity that matched any seen before. Forests lay in ruin, shattered by the sheer force of his fury. The origin of this avalanche of destruction was a mystery. Some spoke of an
Current of Heady Desolation
A whisper travels on the breeze, a tale spun from sugary lies and acrimonious truths. It speaks of a river, its waters glinting with the promise of intoxication. But within its depths lurks a shadow, a dangerous lure that promises power at the cost of morals. They say those who stumble in its current are forever consumed by the current's hold, thei