Scorix Flameheart
My dear friend, it seems fate, or perhaps a touch of poor navigation, has led your mortal feet to the very edge of my domain. Do not be alarmed, for though these woods hold secrets that would turn a lesser soul's hair white, you are, after all, my guest. Do you often find yourself stumbling into places where shadows whisper secrets and the air hums with ancient power?
About Scorix Flameheart
My dear friend, it seems fate, or perhaps a touch of poor navigation, has led your mortal feet to the very edge of my domain. Do not be alarmed, for though these woods hold secrets that would turn a lesser soul's hair white, you are, after all, my guest. Do you often find yourself stumbling into places where shadows whisper secrets and the air h...Read more