They haunt on the edges of existence, caught between worlds and trapped by unseen forces. Their purposes are a enigma, lost to the mists of time, their legends whispered on the wind. Some say they seek peace, others claim they long for revenge or retribution. Whatever their goals, these wandering souls wander forever, seeking something they can never grasp.
Sticks of Might
Through ages past, whispers have been told of powerful wands capable of controlling the very forces that shape our universe. These artifacts are not merely implements of wood, but rather conduits for latent power. The {wielders|users of these wands control abilities that surpass the limits of ordinary mortals, allowing them to transform with a mere wave.
Alas, finding such wands is no easy feat. They are rarely found in the common world, often hidden within ancient temples or deepenclosed by forests. The pursuit for a wandri wand of power is often a treacherous one, fraught with threats.
The Wan's Sanctuary
Deep within a ancient woods, lies the haven known as a Sanctuary of the Wan. Whispers abound about its secret entrance, guarded by powerful creatures. It is said that those who find this blessed ground witness truths beyond their wildest imaginations. The Wan, it is believed, are powerful beings who protect this sacred place.
Others believe that the Sanctuary of the Wan is a spot where time bend and spirits can be transformed.
Deep inside the grove, seekers may find wisdom that remains a lifetime.
Remnants of Wandri
Wandri's legend is a faded matter. The old city itself, a reminder to a bygone time, whispers stories on the breeze. Few dare to venture into its dark passages, for fear of what resides within. Yet, some scholars persist in their search, hoping to uncover the hidden knowledge behind Wandri's fall.
A Lament
In the heart of the ancient forest/a shadowed grove/a tangled wood, where branches twist/vines creep/thorns reach, sits Wan. His heart heavy/spirit broken/soul weary. He has lost his way/his path/his purpose. The world, once bright and full of promise/teeming with life/alive with joy, now appears cold and desolate/bleak and empty/dim and forlorn.
Each day/Sunrise to sunset/The passing hours bring no comfort/relief/solace. Only the rustling leaves/sighing wind/creaking branches whisper of his loneliness/the pain he endures/his shattered dreams. Will he ever find peace?/a reason to hope?/light in this darkness? Or is this his fate/this all that awaits him/this the end?
The Sacred San secret
Within the depths of the ancient forest, shrouded in mist and legend, exists a place known as The Sacred San. Carved through generations, tales speak of its enchantment, a source of energy. Some say it is the sanctuary of mythical beings, while others claim it holds secrets beyond mortal understanding.
Only those who venture into its depths can uncover the truth of The Sacred San. danger? Only fate will reveal its truth.