21 Dec 2013
There had once been cities, grand and beautiful, with spires that reached upward and glinted in the sunlight. Their gods had smiled down at them from faces carved in stone. There had once been so much sunlight.
There had once been so much.
Swordsworn by Thursday_Next for Nary
24 Sep 2013
A rough sea-crossing, old nicknames, old wounds and new fears.