Drulissa's Domain

Malachi the Gaunt stood guard at the entrance to the inner sanctum, his position one of supposed honor. He was a faithful wretch, his body a canvas of weeping sores and pustular scars, each mark a testament to his devotion. He inhaled deeply, savoring the sweet, cloying air of the temple, a perfume of decay and promised ascension. His mind was a mire of scripture, whispering verses of the Great Cleansing. He never heard the soft footfall on the spongy moss behind him. He only felt a sudden, sharp pressure, like two needles of ice, slide into the base of his skull. His vision dissolved into a shower of green and black sparks, and the holy verses in his head were silenced by the final, absolute darkness. Inside the Fungus Garden, Brother Kael tended to the sacred blooms. His hands, though gnarled and swollen with joint-rot, moved with a gentle, practiced grace as he brushed spores from the cap of a Weeping Shroud. He believed these fungi were the Plaguebringer's own tears, made manif...

In the hush of Norrath’s emerald isles I roam,   A maiden veiled in sunlight’s golden kiss,   Where turquoise waves caress the coral throne   And every breeze carries a secret bliss.   I soar above the tropical island’s crown,   Wings of hidden light embracing warm sea air,   Circling emerald peaks that touch the clouds,   Where rainbow mists rise softly everywhere.   I dart through silver curtains of the falls,   Laughing as crystal waters kiss my skin,   Emerging bright with droplets like lost stars   That sparkle on my hair and make me spin.   I glide through hidden coves where sunlight dances,   Chasing butterflies that flirt with ocean spray,   Then rest upon a cliff of sun-warmed stone   To watch the dolphins leap in joyful play.   Beneath the canopy of swaying palms I pause,   To listen as bright macaws weave son...