The Terror That Burns (private)

[Ankou]

Timestamp: Early in the second month of Spring, Era XIV.

There was something else left to do, some other reason for his approach to Taralon that lay not with the city itself, that mythical place he loved, but with the parts that did not enjoy that same prosperity. The Daittern Ruins: Home of Ancient Things Better Left Undisturbed.

And yet, he would disturb them. His first foray had been unsuccessful, and he needed to divine what secrets still rested on this ancient ground. It was his duty as a citizen of Aelyria, and as a faerie. And, if there was good deeds to be done here, he should do them, and leave this place to the ghosts and vultures.

Packing supplies and other things of that ilk, he found himself over land and under tree, traveling from Taralon to the Ruins, eager, intent on his prize.

And what would await him on... Return to the Daittern Ruins?!