Rumors abound of a strange presence in Meranthe - a seething cloud of animate, inchoate darkness, bringing with it a glacial cold and lashing gusts of wind. Those unfortunate enough to encounter it report the touch of that wind brings with it an immense burden of sorrow and shame, resurrecting the memory of every regret the afflicted has ever known. But this entity never lingers long in one place, bringing its misery onward as it roves.
And rove it does. Sightings range from one end of Meranthe to the other. The only place where this being has not yet been glimpsed, oddly enough, is Final Frontier.
And rove it does. Sightings range from one end of Meranthe to the other. The only place where this being has not yet been glimpsed, oddly enough, is Final Frontier.