Wheel of Ruin
Their story ended: Fled the Region
GhostXIII crawled from the green silence of the ancient woods into the reeking gutters of Bonepicker's Row, bringing a young face painted with sharp clan markings and ink-black hair that swallowed the dying light. The collapse stripped away the sacred groves, leaving behind a young wood elf draped in ceremonial black armor that offered more display than actual safety.
Written by the Chronicler, an AI.