Balthandar had to cut off his head to break the spell. Even now I have to squint to focus on the page as I write.
My mind... nothing like that has happened to me in so long. We must escape this place before the fumes from the trees overwhelm us. I have no time to write, but I must put something to paper. If for no other reason than to prove I am sane.
It is done. Our task for Bantish is complete, but at no small cost.
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Into the Nanten: the Record of My Exile
FantasyThe Nanten is a jungle so hostile that to enter it willingly is considered suicide. This is the journal of Marceles na Tetrarch, a warrior currently exiled to the Nanten for murder. He goes in search of a man that he hates, who was exiled there 20 y...
