Ketheric is finished, but it cost us the land. Darkness has fallen, corruption is everywhere.
...chased by shadows, picking us off, druids and Harpers alike...our wounded were safe, I returned, searching for survivors...lost, but I found his shade. I put it to rest and took his glaive...blade infused with shadow. I have locked it away, to serve as a reminder that even victory can taste bitter.















