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"Please." Kol begged. His voice a narrow rasp whispered against the earth as he lay prostrate upon the floor. His head bowed against the blackened stone of the Lost Isles, his knees pressed into the hard pebbls of the beach. "Please." He whispered again, the haggard retch of his voice barely...

The raindrops cut into his flesh. The wind beat against his bones. It hurt. It all hurt so much, but the screaming didn't stop. The shouting. The whispers. The voices that escalated and echoed in a cacophony of unceasing chaos. Even as the storm beat him. As the gales hounded his skin and the...

Trust was such a thin thing among their people. Even those closest, brothers, sisters, mothers and fathers. Family itself could not be trusted in the Lost Isles, nevermind those ordinary folk would call friends. There was too much danger in the minds of his people. Too much betrayal in their...

A hiss escaped his teeth as Skad's finger prodded the wound in his side. Pain lanced through him and he shirked away from her. "I have." He agreed, though that was no reason to poke at it in the way she did. His own hand came up, wrapping around the back of the spike which had broken off the...

Kol floated in an everlasting blackness. It was not dark, he was not without sight, for he could see the palm of his hand. He was in an Abyss. Nothingness which seemed to stretch and go far beyond what the eye could see. There Kol found himself. Alone. Until a wide cheshire grin spread over...

False gods. The words had echoed from the lips of so many priests and monks he had encountered. Those learned folk of the south who had claimed their own deities were the only ones true. But for Kol their words always rang empty. There was no denying the Nordwiir were blessed. One could not...

As they walked through the Cathedral's open hall Kol could not help but be reminded of the places he had found in the Southlands. Though no roof remained atop the building, huge columns of stones rose throughout the main floor. Arching up to touch a ceiling that was no longer there. Each was...

The words seemed to spurn them on. As soon as Skad's cry echoed through the clearing in front of the great Cathedral the other Nordwiir let out a communal roar. The cry went up, and they charged forward almost as one. Even Arthix did not hesitate, having seen what the kin-slayer had done. One...

A wry smile touched Kol's face at Skad's quip, though he knew that she had not intended it so. "No, they cannot." The Sorcerer said as his own fingers gripped Skad's. Seconds later the very tip of the oddly curved knife pierced through mangled flesh. It did not drag into a cut, but simply...

The glass shattered as it struck the inside of the Monastery floor. The sound resounding and reverberating inside like some strange instrument. Drowned out only by the cursing of Arthix as he patted out the last of the flames, his skin mangled and burned. Half his face a mess of torched skin...

"No." He answered, lips thinning for a brief moment as they came to the final step. A long plateau stretching out before them to a broken doorway. One ancient gate still hung from it's hinges, the other nothing more than splintered rotted wood. Above them loomed that great rotting spire, pieces...

The ground quivered as Skad's blood dripped onto the worn stones. Rippling as though someone had thrown a rock into still pond. Slowly the waves reached out, drawing over the earth until they touched against the fallen cathedral. A pulse rushed through the walls. A shadowed wave. Kol's vision...

Eastern Blightlands The loud scrapping of the longship's bottom on river rocks echoed out over the soft lapping of waves onto the shore. Seconds later the sound of two dozen boots splashing into water followed. Twelve figures stepped out from a lone ship, each of them gnarled and ragged. Most...

Kol looked up at Deyanira as the crack echoed through the village behind them, his lips thinning. Then, slowly, he gazed over his shoulder. There, standing a head taller than any man was a creature made of an amalgamation of flesh and bone. It stood as a horror of what humanity might have once...

Kol slowly quickly besides Deyanira. Not shielding her from the sight or any foe that may still lay dormant, but to gather in the view in front of them. "There were many." "There were few." "There was one." The voices echoed in his mind like a chorus, each one telling a lie. Each one telling a...