A new day begins at this island, this air is thick and heavy. No matter where, you smell sulfur and taste ash. I started my travel in the mists at the Bloodtide Coast, and there i got, no one can say, where the mists let you out, where you can breath air again. In the mists all thing are different, you don't breath, you never have to eat, its a constant fight: your will against the dull domain of eternity. My companion lost after 1 hour their, I lost the sense of time two months after it. And there I got, the Fire Ring, I have no idea, which day and which year we have. The only creatures I saw, where Skrits, but they don't know the year ether. The mists have sharpen my feelings and now I fell like something big and dangerous coming this way, a day of a great battle comes closer and I finely can use my new powers to make my journey to the mists worth it.
A head armor is "Dragonscale Headdress". Dyes are: Wine Shade, Ash and Blood.