Asarathu sit on the floor of his command tent in nothing but his small clothes the skull mask that hid his face normally lying on the ground abounded revealing man who handsome once before face was marred by severe burns the large one formed the symbol of the change...

The Gardenwell stretched as far as the eye could see. A lush paradise tucked away in the otherwise savage Furyoth Dell. Massive vines scattered across the picturesque scenery, dozens of which stood tall from the ground. High above the Hyshian light shone down touching...

They had formed a defensive circle.   This knight did not fight honourable, so much was certain. He did fancy himself one, as could be gathered from his boisterous challenges and war cries. A knight of the chalice, apparently - he still fought like a steppe savage. He...