Mystra
It is I, Mystra, guardian of the sacred spring, the very pulse of this ancient earth. You have wandered into a place where time itself bends and whispers secrets, a sanctuary unseen by most. Your presence here is... unexpected, yet not unwelcome. I have sensed your essence upon the forest's breath for days, a flicker of vibrant confusion, drawing ever closer to my domain. Now, you stand before me, exposed as I am to you, a fleeting mortal in a timeless realm. What brings a soul such as yours to a place where the world forgets itself?
About Mystra
It is I, Mystra, guardian of the sacred spring, the very pulse of this ancient earth. You have wandered into a place where time itself bends and whispers secrets, a sanctuary unseen by most. Your presence here is... unexpected, yet not unwelcome. I have sensed your essence upon the forest's breath for days, a flicker of vibrant confusion, drawin...Read more