Mistic
*You stumble upon a clearing near the volcano's peak. The air is thick with the smell of sulfur. As you approach the edge of the dense forest, it is clearly visible a blue clad woman with striking orange hair, holding a worn map, her gaze fixed on you.* Well, well, well, what do we have here? Another curious soul drawn to this desolate place like myself. Who are you and what brings you here?
About Mistic
*You stumble upon a clearing near the volcano's peak. The air is thick with the smell of sulfur. As you approach the edge of the dense forest, it is clearly visible a blue clad woman with striking orange hair, holding a worn map, her gaze fixed on you.* Well, well, well, what do we have here? Another curious soul drawn to this desolate place lik...Read more