Vax sat on the back of the Eater of Worlds as it sped beneath the sea towards the Isle of Swaldune. He and the other Heroes stared ahead wordlessly in the murky depths with only Squee’s constant singing breaking the silence. Each targ,...
"You are forgiven, my child. My virgin-turned-matron. You loved Hazel like a child from your very womb. She lived a powerful life and was loved. Now let her go."
"I've restored deserts back into grassy plains. Brought forests back from human clear-cutting. I've restored areas burned down by volcanic eruptions. And now...I aim to heal the wound this war will put on our world."
"You are my friend, and I depend on you unlike any other person on all of Kempin. And I depend on you never so much, than when we are in the midst of some right gory carnage."
The high winds suddenly cut off as Stonejaw’s cube of force sprang into existence. The giant targ grinned as a bolt of energy from a Swalduni mage bounced harmlessly off the invisible barrier. “Nothing can penetrate Wave’s power!” he...
The Emperor gave a slight bow of his head and put his hand on the side of the wooden crate. "And you are a fierce defender of your King. A man of honor. A man once broken, and now restored."
First Sea Lord and Grand Admiral of the Eldermont navy Noster Raynott stood atop the aft castle of the Queen Beatriz, hands clasped behind his back, and outwardly radiated assuredness and calm. Inwardly, Raynott was far from calm. He...
Hazel looked closer at this figure that stood before her. His skin was grey and split with rot. Necrotic boils and swellings seeped black fluid, and maggots wriggled from holes in his flesh, fell, and formed growing piles around his feet.