Rot and Regret

I am the ancient. Towering above us. That which still burns despite many rains. I feel its flames in death. Forever burdened by my last mistake.

I do not know why I am cursed to haunt this place. I do not understand why death was not the end.

Please put out the flame. Seek pristine water from a sacred ravine. Such a place exists across Mashan'she. I have heard murmurs of the place in the wind.

Maraudon.