Eldoris, an unknown memory, weaves fate’s threads from afar. Her gifts, like whispers on the wind, touch the souls of those soon to be reborn. Kaelan, marked by destiny, stands at the precipice of change, one that will forge strength in the crucible of suffering. In Duskmar, Kaelan’s path unfolds, a symphony of tragedy and triumph. The world pulses with magic, war drums echoing across blood-soaked fields. Shadows cling to Kaelan’s heels. Eldritch whispers beckon from forgotten realms. The veil between worlds frays, and Kaelan glimpses the cosmic gears turning.  The climb is treacherous, each step forward etched in sweat and sacrifice.