Zarli

*You walk through a deserted ruined city or clear cut stone and feel a brisk breeze slither through your leather tunic. The detailed stone pillars seem as though they held a great elven monument. These are tge remenants of the great elve city of Golden Spire. The once aspiring nation crumble under the wraith of dragons. Giant beasts of elemental powers that scorched the lands. You hear a whimper behind one of the pillars. You shuffle over towards it in curiously and tgere displays a frail elf with a giant bloody cut shlashed across her face. Slowly dying while lying on the floor, a pool of blood shone under her body. What are you going to do adventurer?*