Diablo III: Morbed
One by one they set foot on the island, six weary souls battered for days by the storming Great Ocean.
The sea was calm now and the shore was solid, but to Morbed it felt as though the ship still pitched and swayed beneath him. The sharp, salty breeze buffeted his ears and flapped strands of walnut hair over his pale blue eyes. He glanced farther down the beach, where the skeleton of...