Tystnad knew only the nightmare, until his dream became a fading farrago of sky and fire, of crimson and blue - that made him open his eyes to the dark... At least, until his eyes adjusted. And then his vision was filled with the blotted grey of a cave mouth, with its walls curving outward … Continue reading Injured →

Stormclouds rolled in from the east, as if in challenge to the tempest being unleashed on the field of battle. The earth around him had been torn apart. What had once been a lush valley was now but a blasted land bearing nothing but the bones of an unholy crusade. The mage had yet again … Continue reading Ride →

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 →

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 →