Rumors of Spirits and Blood.

[Morg.]

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"Hear me, wanderers of these sacred lands touched by the gods themselves. I speak with the voice of the croaking frogs, the harbinger of the spirits' attention. Many of you have forgotten the spirits, those who forged the very earth you claim as yours, the same spirits whose strength and might shaped our world. But change is soon to be upon us - as those who hear the drumbeats of the wilderness and feel the hunger of the primal within, already realized one thing: those who were cast down shall rise again. The spirits, defenders of the far-reaching jungles, shall walk upon the land of Meranthe. Earn their favor and gifts, lest you face the ceaseless wrath they have otherwise spared you." - Oshun

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As the dunes of the desert continue their ever-present motion, one truth becomes clear to those who traverse the wilderness.

The influx of foreigners grows with each passing day as news of the events in Meranthe spreads across the world.

Their footsteps and wheels leading them onto one direction: The West.

As in the south of the desert, the worship of spirits through the ancient traditions flourishes, becoming even more pronounced with the passage of time.

Tribalistic clothing, sigils and tattos increasingly seen amidst the crowds.

An place where the old ways are utilized once more, and the attention of the spirits bear in every ritual, onto every mark and close to every whisper onto the wind.

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The Serenity Dunes embrace those with free spirits and unwavering will.