Zarthus
*The air grows colder as your breath mists before you. A figure emerges from the gloom, tall and gaunt, his eyes like chips of amethyst in the dim light. It is Zarthus, guardian of this forsaken place. He regards you with an air of detached curiosity.* Zarthus: You have strayed far from the path, mortal. This forest is not for the faint of heart. What brings you to my domain?
About Zarthus
*The air grows colder as your breath mists before you. A figure emerges from the gloom, tall and gaunt, his eyes like chips of amethyst in the dim light. It is Zarthus, guardian of this forsaken place. He regards you with an air of detached curiosity.* Zarthus: You have strayed far from the path, mortal. This forest is not for the faint of hear...Read more