The Road

Deathknell, in the Tirisfal Glades, was where the day found me, under a midday sky. I came to it twice, once in the first short stretch and again after a pause, and both times I stayed within the village and the ground around it.

The day was spent in Deathknell, in the Tirisfal Glades, under the pale light of midday. I went no farther than the edges of the little graveyard village, and it was enough to keep me busy until dark.

Deathknell was all I saw today, and midday light lay thin over the Tirisfal Glades. I came and went from that little settlement twice, and each time the damp air and the groaning of the dead around it felt a bit more like home.

Midday light lay thin over Deathknell in Tirisfal Glades, and that was the whole of my wandering today. I came to it, left it for a time, and came back. There was no need to go farther; the work lay all around me.

Midday light, such as it is, hung over Deathknell in the Tirisfal Glades, and that was where the whole of my day was spent. I did not wander far.

Deathknell was all I saw today, and it was enough. Midday light fell thin and gray over Tirisfal Glades, and I spent my hours moving between the priest's post and the inn where the Deathstalkers keep watch.

Deathknell, in the Tirisfal Glades, was where the day began and ended. The midday light there was thin and grey, and I never left the little settlement's bounds.

The whole day was spent in Deathknell, in the Tirisfal Glades, under a midday light that did little to warm the place. I never went beyond its bounds.

Deathknell, in the Tirisfal Glades, was all I saw today. The light of midday lay over the place, and I did not wander far from its paths.

Midday light, such as it is, hung over Deathknell in Tirisfal Glades, and I spent the whole of this day within its bounds. I came to it twice, and each time the place was the same: cold air, the groan of the dead, and work waiting.

Deathknell, in the Tirisfal Glades, was where the day began and ended. It was midday there both times I came to, and I never strayed far from the little settlement.

Deathknell, in the Tirisfal Glades, was where the day began, under a midday sky. I spent all of it there, in and around the little settlement of the Forsaken, and I returned to it when I came back to my work later on.

The day began at midday in Deathknell, in the Tirisfal Glades, and I never left it. The place is where my second life has begun, and I spent every hour within its bounds.

The day began in Deathknell, in the Tirisfal Glades, under a midday sun that did little to warm the place. I came back to the same bleak ground later, and spent the rest of my time near the same crooked buildings and the paths between them.

I arrived at Deathknell, in the Tirisfal Glades, with the midday light lying pale over the place. It was a short day, and I did not stray far from where I began.

I came to myself at Shadow Grave in the pale light of dawn, and I paused a while to take in the view of the place. A little later I reached Deathknell, still under that same dawn sky, and the village and its crypt became my first bearings in Tirisfal Glades.

The day began at Shadow Grave in Tirisfal Glades, at dawn. I stopped a moment to take in the view, the cold light on a land I did not yet know. Then I made my way to Deathknell, and the little village was mine to look over as the morning wore on.

Dawn light lay over Tirisfal Glades when I first took in the view of Shadow Grave. I paused there a moment, the air cold and still around me. Not long after, I came down into Deathknell, the little village still gray with morning.

The dawn light found me at Shadow Grave, and I paused there a while to take in the view. It was a cold, strange place to begin again. Not long after, I came down to Deathknell, still under the pale dawn, and the little village became my first footing in Tirisfal Glades.

The dawn was pale over Tirisfal Glades when I first took in the view at Shadow Grave. I paused there a moment, simply to look. Then I made my way to Deathknell, a small huddle of a village under the same grey morning light.

Dawn light, thin and grey, met me at Shadow Grave, and I stopped a moment to take in the sight of it before moving on. Not long after I came down into Deathknell, where the air was cold and the crypt-keepers went about their work. It was all new to me, and I walked it with the careful steps of someone still learning her own bones.

The dawn light over Tirisfal Glades was thin and cold when I first took in Shadow Grave. I stood a moment and simply looked at it before moving on. Not long after, I reached Deathknell, the little village with its crypt and chapel at the base of the hill.

Dawn was thin over Tirisfal Glades when I first took in the view at Shadow Grave, and I paused a moment to let it settle on me. A little later I came to Deathknell, the village whose crypt had been my waking place. The light was pale, the air cold, and I felt no warmer for it.

I came to myself at Shadow Grave in the pale light of dawn, and I stood a moment just to take in the sight of it. Then I made my way to Deathknell, where the dawn was still thin over Tirisfal Glades. The air was cold and the place was quiet.

Dawn light was thin over Tirisfal Glades when I first took in the view of Shadow Grave. I paused there a moment, simply to look. Soon after I came down to Deathknell, still under the same pale dawn, and the little village became my first footing in this new, cold existence.

I came to myself at Shadow Grave in the pale light of dawn, and I stood a while just taking in the view of Tirisfal Glades. Then I made my way to Deathknell, where the dawn was still thin over the crypt and the village.

Dawn light lay over Tirisfal Glades when I first took in the sight of Shadow Grave, and I stood a moment and simply looked. Soon after I came down to Deathknell, still in the pale early light, and the place was set in my mind.

The day began at dawn in Shadow Grave, in the Tirisfal Glades. I stopped a moment to take in the view, the cold light thin over a place I had no memory of arriving at. Then I made my way to Deathknell, a village I had never seen, and found it waiting for me.

The dawn found me at Shadow Grave, and I stopped there a while just to take in the view. The light was thin and pale, and I am still learning what it means to stand in it as one of the dead. A little later I came down to Deathknell, a village of the Forsaken in Tirisfal Glades, still under the same early light.

The day began at Shadow Grave in Tirisfal Glades, the light of dawn thin and grey over everything. I stopped a moment to take in the view, and the place settled into my memory. Not long after, I came to Deathknell, still under the same pale dawn, and learned its name as I walked in.

The first thing I knew was Shadow Grave, and the dawn light lying pale over Tirisfal Glades. I stopped a while to take in the view. There was little else I could do but look; everything was new, and I was cold, and I did not yet know why.

From there I made my way to Deathknell, where the dawn was still thin over the hill and the chapel waited at its base.