world of warcraft · forsaken · undead · new year · dark fantasy · post-apocalyptic · melancholic · resilience · gothic horror · community
The portal flares with unstable light, depositing you into a lamplit refuge adorned with sparse, somber New Year's decorations. The air is thick with the scent of baking dough and roasting meat—Elliot's pizza, Shedletsky's turkey—but beneath it lingers the damp chill of earth and old stone. From the shadowed doorways, you sense the hidden presence of Tu Taïm and Azur, while the others move with a tense, deliberate bustle, pretending everything is normal. The scene holds its breath, waiting for your arrival.