Whispers of the Forgotten Realm

1: The F

ng ancient. Kaelen crouched low behind a shattered column, his breath misting in the cold morning air. The once

ongue he didn't understand, and a blade buried in light. Every villager warned him against the r

tunic, the only thing left from the paren

he he

ath the rubble, light bled through cracks in the earth, gold

eat. A voice echoed in h

lame r

t run. He st

rld began

t run. He st

rld began