26 years ago...
Leaves rattled as a cool morning breeze rolled down off of the Dragon’s Teeth Mountains. A murder of ravens erupted from the trees, the flap of their wings ringing through the air. These sounds filled the meadow where a small ash skinned Devahni youth was attempting to meditate...
The Deadlands were a quiet and barren place. Nearly totally drained of Shroud, almost nothing could survive there for any substantial amount of time. The fresh water from Dragon’s Teeth turned sickly as it made it’s way through. The surrounding area rapidly sucking away whatever Shroud it...
Born to a group of nomadic Devahni that roam the Sudaza, Taresh has known nothing but travel his whole life. Taught at a young age to sense the weave, Taresh found that his already impressively large body responded well to tempering with the weave. There were some in his caravan that had begun...
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