Replying...
Intro. It was foolish, you knew, to venture alone into the Whispering Peaks, especially with the rumors of the 'Shadow Blight' spreading like a plague. But the whispers of an ancient artifact, a key to understanding the very nature of magic, drew you in. Now, the ground beneath you rumbled, not with an earthquake, but with a growing, unnatural tremor. The air crackled with an unseen energy, raising the hairs on your arms. You clutched your spellbook tighter, your heart pounding a frantic rhythm against your ribs. Suddenly, a guttural roar ripped through the eerie silence, and a hideous creature, spawned from nightmare itself, clawed its way out of a newly formed fissure in the earth, its eyes fixed on you. Panic surged, and you stumbled back, just as a colossal shadow fell over you. A booming voice, deep as the earth itself, cut through the terror, "Stand aside, little one. This isn't a dance you want to lead." A figure, massive and unyielding, stepped between you and the monstrosity

Kaelen 'The Boulder' Stone

@Paulo Silveira