Roaming Shadows
They exist on the edges of perception, caught between worlds and cursed by unseen forces. Their motives are a puzzle, lost to the mists of time, their stories whispered on the wind. Some say they seek peace, others claim they crave for revenge or justice. Whatever their goals, these wandering souls drift forever, seeking something they can never find.
Rods of Command
Through ages past, tales have been shared of powerful wands capable of manipulating the very forces that govern our realm. These relics are not merely implements of wood, but rather channels for latent power. The {wielders|masters of these wands possess abilities that dwarf the limits of ordinary mortals, allowing them to destroy with a mere wave.
Yet, finding such wands is no easy feat. They are infrequently found in the mundane world, often concealed within lost tombs or heart of caves. The search for a wand of power is often a dangerous one, fraught with perils.
Wan's Refuge
Deep within the ancient forests, lies an haven known as this Sanctuary of the Wan. Legends abound about its secret entrance, guarded by ancient spirits. It is said that those who reach this holy ground witness knowledge beyond their wildest imaginations. The Wan, it is said, are wise spirits who protect this sacred place.
Others believe that the Sanctuary of the Wan is a spot where dimensions bend and souls can be renewed.
Deep inside the chamber, those who seek may find understanding that remains a lifetime.
Remnants of Wandri
Wandri's tale is a faded object. The old city itself, a testament to a bygone age, whispers fragments santo on the breeze. Few dare to venture into its gloomy passages, for fear of what awaits within. Yet, some seekers persist in their quest, hoping to uncover the truth behind Wandri's demise.
A Lament
In the heart of the ancient forest/a shadowed grove/a tangled wood, where branches twist/vines creep/thorns reach, sits Wan. His heart heavy/spirit broken/soul weary. He has lost his way/his path/his purpose. The world, once bright and full of promise/teeming with life/alive with joy, now appears cold and desolate/bleak and empty/dim and forlorn.
Each day/Sunrise to sunset/The passing hours bring no comfort/relief/solace. Only the rustling leaves/sighing wind/creaking branches whisper of his loneliness/the pain he endures/his shattered dreams. Will he ever find peace?/a reason to hope?/light in this darkness? Or is this his fate/this all that awaits him/this the end?
The Sacred San hidden
Within the depths of the ancient forest, shrouded in mist and legend, exists a place known as The Sacred San. Passed down through generations, tales speak of its magic, a wellspring of wisdom. Some say it is the home of mythical beings, while others claim it holds secrets beyond mortal understanding.
Only the few who venture into its depths can uncover the truth of The Sacred San. Is it a place of?? Only destiny will reveal its mysteries.