They linger on the edges of perception, caught between worlds and cursed by unseen forces. Their motives are a puzzle, lost to the mists of time, their tales whispered on the wind. Some say they seek resolution, others claim they crave for revenge or vindication. Whatever their goals, these wandering souls roam forever, seeking something they can never possess.
Rods of Command
Through ages long forgotten, whispers have been passed down of unyielding wands capable of controlling the very energies that shape our universe. These treasures are not merely tools of wood, but rather conduits for unleashed power. The {wielders|users of these wands possess abilities that dwarf the bounds of ordinary mortals, allowing them to heal with a mere gesture.
Alas, finding such wands is no easy feat. They are seldom found in the mundane world, often hidden within lost tombs or deepwithin forests. The search for a wand of power is often a treacherous one, fraught with perils.
Sanctuary of the Wan
Deep within this forgotten glades, lies the sanctuary known as a Sanctuary of the Wan. Tales abound about its secret entrance, guarded by unknowable spirits. It wan is said that those who reach this blessed ground witness truths beyond their wildest imaginations. The Wan, it is believed, are powerful spirits who guard this special place.
Legends tell us that the Sanctuary of the Wan is a location where reality bend and minds can be healed.
Deep inside the clearing, pilgrims may gain wisdom that endures a lifetime.
Whispers of Wandri
Wandri's history is a fragile matter. The old city itself, a testament to a bygone era, whispers stories on the air. Few dare to travel into its dark alleys, for fear of what resides within. Yet, some scholars remain in their search, hoping to discover the truth behind Wandri's disappearance.
A Lament
In the heart of the ancient forest/a shadowed grove/a tangled wood, where branches twist/vines creep/thorns reach, sits Wan. His heart heavy/spirit broken/soul weary. He has lost his way/his path/his purpose. The world, once bright and full of promise/teeming with life/alive with joy, now appears cold and desolate/bleak and empty/dim and forlorn.
Each day/Sunrise to sunset/The passing hours bring no comfort/relief/solace. Only the rustling leaves/sighing wind/creaking branches whisper of his loneliness/the pain he endures/his shattered dreams. Will he ever find peace?/a reason to hope?/light in this darkness? Or is this his fate/this all that awaits him/this the end?
The Sacred San hidden
Within the depths of the ancient forest, shrouded in mist and legend, dwells a place known as The Sacred San. Whispered through generations, tales speak of its power, a wellspring of energy. Some say it is the dwelling of mythical beings, while others claim it holds treasures beyond mortal understanding.
Only a select who strive into its depths can experience the truth of The Sacred San. ? Only chance will reveal its secrets.