"What can I give, except a glimpse into the joy we once brought to the lands" - Armas the Satyr
"Once a radiant glade where laughter echoed and lanterns danced among blooming boughs, it now festers beneath a shroud of corruption. Twisted by vile magic and the insatiable hunger of greed, the heart of the forest has been torn away—its power repurposed for dark and devious ends. Sprites, once joyful caretakers, lie bound in servitude; the satyrs, nearly driven to extinction, exist only in whispered memory. Among the gnarled trees hang the decaying remnants of revelry—faded ribbons, broken instruments, and rotting garlands—ghostly echoes of a golden age lost to shadow."