The Dreadwood. A fowl name for an equally fowl place. Blackblade had heard it mentioned before, albeit in whispers, and fleetingly. Those who had survived the worst of its evil allure spit their words like bile when describing it... wishing desperately that they would not be expected to dwell on those dark memories for too … Continue reading Coat
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Dark
Death. In his mortal existence, the necromancer had been obsessed with its call. And now in lieu with the shadow eternal, it was all mortal memory that he retained; a shred from a former life that had long since given sway before the dark beauty of the abyss. Now, he no longer answered the call. … Continue reading Dark
Tasty
From the darkened sky she drew a sliver of midnight, and draped it over sunkissed soldiers that did not feel befriended with the chill of night. Förandra was not accustomed to these neck of the woods. The very air seemed so much colder than the areas that surrounded her own dwelling. Yet the same trees … Continue reading Tasty
Dizzy
He blinked... once... twice... barely having hold of his thoughts as they churned faster than his body could pursue. The axe had long since dented the loam, and he fell beside it to steady himself against the earth. His sanity, spirit and consciousness all fragmented, coalesced, detached, and then collided again with his body - … Continue reading Dizzy
Ancient
If the capital city shone with what felt like a bright luminiscence as sunlight caught its glittering white spires, then it was contrasted starkly by its personality during the night. The order of the daytime guard was almost immediately replaced by its nightime revelry. It came as no surprise, since layers of arcane protection surrounded … Continue reading Ancient