Slight bumps on the road, mostly hazy with chances of storm.
And so it begins.
The final piece of Hell.
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Northern wind lifts snowy dust from the toothy cusps of the mountain, a common occurrence of the recent winter. I see the landscape every day, a painting of a world inlaid in time. They bear the name my master calls me, [name]. This is where my family abandoned me as a child. On this mountain, … Continue reading Domes of Whirland (Cage Dunn version)
My family abandoned me, left their child here on the mountain, with an old man to spend its days. That man accepted me and took me inside his hut full of bones sticking out the walls and roof, which resembled a hedgehog's back. Ancient tusks, carved with symbols, fractured to a full length gave a … Continue reading Domes of Whirland (snippet)
Flames outlined their shape on the armor as they stepped out of the darkness. "This is the ninth village, Captain. The Ashgadis have outsmarted us again, ”Nanur said plainly, turning to the Captain behind the line of horsemen. "It was as if their horses had been given wings and rushed to burn the legacy of Kord … Continue reading Captain of the Silver Feather