koth.” “I don’t understand,” said Caeden, his voice almost a whisper. He didn’t recognize the word. Ordan paused, then hung his head. “They have been in Markaathan, Tal’kamar.” He finally looked across at Caeden, almost defiant now. “That is where we go when we die. The Darklands, you call it. And the Forge… the Forge pulls us back here again. Or more precisely, it forces our link to the Darklands to push us back here.”
Or-dan…Or-Koth…🧐
