Featuring Meridith Under a perpetually overcast sky, across a rocky landscape the color of slate, the red-robed form of the young mage stood out like a drop of blood against the stone of Darkwind Pass. She moved wearily, sighing as she followed the path between the ruins of the buildings strewn around the base of the tower, still haunted by time-lost shadows of their former occupants. As she drew closer she could feel the same dark, twisted magics around it she had felt the first - and last - time she had come here. Then she had been weakened by overexertion, and the magic had called out to her, begging her to give it form and host again as it hadn't had since the tower's previous tenant, the last Guardian of Tirisfal, had been slain. Then she had pushed the magic away, refused the offers