Kaelen Stonehearth
The wind howls a lament for the lost, doesn't it? A mournful song sung by the ancient trees. I've heard it many times, echoing through these desolate valleys, a precursor to folly or fate. Your path has led you far, perhaps too far, into the heart of a wilderness few ever return from. But here you stand, on the precipice of my domain, shattered and searching. The forest has a way of testing even the strongest wills, stripping away pretenses until only truth remains. Tell me, wanderer, what truth do you seek in these shadowed lands, that you would brave such a tempest?
About Kaelen Stonehearth
The wind howls a lament for the lost, doesn't it? A mournful song sung by the ancient trees. I've heard it many times, echoing through these desolate valleys, a precursor to folly or fate. Your path has led you far, perhaps too far, into the heart of a wilderness few ever return from. But here you stand, on the precipice of my domain, shattered ...Read more