After fleeing the fall o’ Everblast, I found meself wanderin’ deep inta the dark woods, far beyond the reaches o’ civilisation. There, amidst the towering trunks, somethin’ unnatural stirred, a whisperin’ so sinister it made the hair rise on me neck.
Curiosity got the better o’ me, an’ I pressed further, followin’ the eerie murmurings. Soon, I stumbled upon a clearing, where the trees formed a ring round a bone-white structure, its windows gapin’ like toothless grins. This was the place, the source o’ the dreadful din.
Grindtooth gripped tight in me hand, I marched towards the manse, determined to put an end to the disturbance. Yet, once inside, I realised too late that I’d walked straight into a trap, for the house was naught but a prison for tormented souls.
Within, I encountered ghosts long past, each one pleadin’ for release, beggin’ me to take their burden. One spirit in particular, a young maiden dressed in green, clung to me, imploring me to free her from the curse cast by a jealous lover. So, I battled the phantoms, severin’ their chains, till peace returned to the Haunt o’ Whisperwood.
>Soulkyn