Stormhaven consistently gives me a conflicted feeling of things suspended in pregnant anticipation.
Traversing Alik’r’s Dunes to revisit an ancient temple – Tu’whacca’s Throne. The winds are electrified by the nearby dolmen; the land calls to me. Soon, soon; my duty calls first.
Mournoth dolmen, starting up. I’ve got a good view from one of the many broken planks of one of the many mangled ships. The thing is, Halcyon Lake is a lake. Where did the ships come from? Where do they sail to? Perhaps once upon a time it wasn’t a lake. There’s no way to tell now.