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“When ye hear the scrape, scrape, scraping of Old Gorslav on his walk,
The only sound he ever makes, for he ain’t one for talk,
Flee then, fool, and hide away, and hope he don’t come take,
And bind your arms and drag ye off to bury ye awake.’
“In life I would have cut down all of you in the span of a single breath, and picked my teeth clean with your bones. Can you imagine what I will do with you know?”
Ulfenkarn, or Wolf’s Feast, is an ancient city in the Realm of Shyish, ruled over by a Tyranical leader by the name of Radukar the Wolf
Beliana Fauncrest sat with her council. The evidence, the images, and the individuals arrayed around them, on display, and under critique. “Are we sure that he will not speak further?” she inquired of the investigator, her hand referencing the Orruk that stood in...
Red dust rose and wirled from stomping bare feet, weaving around a smoldering bronze brazier. The stars shone unobscured by either the polluting light or smog of civilization, and -at this altitude- with a piercing blue that could almost be felt. The glow of the...
As the sun set on the graveyard King Mat’hain looked around. He could barely make out the Namirti on the far side and the rough shape of the allopex they were escorting as they patrolled the far edges of the area. “Hrmph, scared tales for children,” one of his...