The Ghost in the Centaur​ ⁽¹⁰⁰⁾

Kaelen did not linger in the blighted borderlands of Feralas. He pushed on, driven by a need to escape the cloying stench of the Nightmare and to find some semblance of the balance the druid had spoken of. The jungle gradually returned to its lush,…

The deeper Kaelen ventured into Feralas, the more the jungle changed. The vibrant, teeming life began to twist. The air, once heavy with the scent of blooming night-flowers and damp earth, grew thick with a cloying, sickly-sweet odor, like rotting honey. The emerald canopy overhead…

The bleak, sorrow-scoured landscape of Desolace gradually softened. The oppressive silence gave way to the murmur of running water and the rustle of leaves. The air, once heavy with dust and despair, grew thick with the scent of damp earth and blooming night-flowers. Kaelen had…

The oppressive sorrow of the Weeping Grotto clung to Kaelen like a shroud as he journeyed deeper into Desolace. The land was a graveyard, its silence a testament to a cataclysm that had scorched it to the bone. He moved with a heavy heart, the…

Desolace lived up to its name. It was a land of bleached bones and dust, where a sickly, greenish light seemed to emanate from the very ground. The air was thick with the scent of decay and ancient, stagnant magic. Kaelen moved through a landscape…