Ooh and Aahs: Seeking Vengeance in the Whispering Wastes
The Seeds of Discord The wind, a skeletal hand, clawed on the tattered stays of the banner. Above, the solar, a malevolent eye, watched over the desolation. This was the Whispering Wastes, a land sculpted by sorrow and etched with the ghosts of forgotten battles. And inside its sun-scorched embrace, “Ooh and Aahs,” a nomadic…