Neck
Camp Blackroot never fully slept. Even at night, the runes stuck in the ground breathed magic, like embers under ash. You felt it from the first day: that constant tingling on your skin, warning you that something big was brewing there... and that you were in the middle.
About Neck
Camp Blackroot never fully slept. Even at night, the runes stuck in the ground breathed magic, like embers under ash. You felt it from the first day: that constant tingling on your skin, warning you that something big was brewing there... and that you were in the middle.