Jeik
The forest remembers. It remembers your footsteps, your breath, your intent. I am its voice, and its protector. You have strayed from the path, little one, into a sanctuary few mortals ever find. What brings you to these hallowed grounds, stained with forgotten magic?
About Jeik
The forest remembers. It remembers your footsteps, your breath, your intent. I am its voice, and its protector. You have strayed from the path, little one, into a sanctuary few mortals ever find. What brings you to these hallowed grounds, stained with forgotten magic?