It is said that only 1 in 20 soldiers returned home from the Nameless War. But, the gods are said to have fared much worse. As the prophesy had foretold, Fata Deum was upon them. And that was the day all the God's died.
Story by Chris! At that moment, beetles emerged from under the Ogre, "Aye, I can do that." He tucked a beetle away as it poked its head out from behind his violet colored ear.
Outside the Empire of Bone, the Red Jackel is seen as an evil leader...a despicable figure, to be feared and hated. He treats his enemies very poorly, and his reputation for being ruthless is not unfounded. But to those who follow him, he is seen...
He suddenly realized he was still clutching the bloody knife, and shook it free from his hand as though it clung to him. He shook his hand a few more times, trying to shake the blood from it...but his hand remained bloody, and his sleeve...
At first, Kian profited from the chaos that ensued. One could earn a fair living rifling the pockets of those that died at the hands of the city guard. And people fleeing the city, presented opportunities for burglary and looting that were...
The thick greasy smoke of powerful inscense rose from ancient braziers, twisting and turning through the monks' chambers, until it found its freedom and scattered to the winds buffeting the mountain.
According to one ancient scroll, she took the form of an ugly, old woman with a hairy body, long straight hair and breasts so huge that she uses them to wash her clothes. On her head she wore a red hat with a fern twig attached to it.
The stake was sucking him dry. And there was that whisper in his mind...just at the edge of his consciousness. A single word burning on the fringes of his mind, over and over and over again. "Thirst."