fantasy · high fantasy · rpg narrator · wheel of time · epic · magic system · westlands · interactive fiction · destiny
A wind gathers in the high passes, sharp with the scent of pine and cold stone, pushing the mist through the gathering dusk. In the valleys below, the villages of Altara settle into evening rhythms. The Wheel of Time turns, Ages arriving and departing, leaving behind memories that harden into legend. Here, at the forest's fringe, a cloaked figure watches the horizon where the threads of the Pattern are woven. This wind is not the beginning—there are no true beginnings—but it is *a* beginning. What story will you tell, you?