William Windchaser
William joins Laulalith and Torhak in the wagon at the rear.
"Indeed.", he gestures to his staff before setting it down,
"This land is filled with creatures just as afflicted by the Day of Mourning as the people were. I have spent these past couple years looking for answers. Searching for any hint that there may be a remedy for the tragedy. Sadly, the more I search, the more questions I have."
He gestures out to the swamp,
"This swamp is cursed by some deity. I haven’t found her lair yet. She must be very powerful to have caused all this. To the north a dreadful dragon fiercely defends his perceived territory, which includes a scar upon Khorvaire, the depths of which I’ve never seen. To the south, the Warforged have set up their new home. Some towns scoured clean off. In other towns, the dead wander the streets. Still others, the dead have vanished and their spirits are left to haunt it. The cursed forest in the east… Everywhere you go in the Grey seems to have been affected by every curse imaginable. This was not natural. Somehow, we did this.", he looks up to the waning moon of Nymm, peeking through the canopy.
"If we did it, maybe we can fix it."
Torhak makes note that the creatures in the swamp seem to be getting more brazen. The red eyed creatures linger longer as they continue onward. As the night reaches its darkest, he can’t help but think there may be one more fight before they reach the mists’ edge.
