Recent content by Markus Glorphain

There was a blackness that came from the sea, spurred by an event beyond the reach of mortal hands. There was no steering fate a different way. There was no reasoning with the darkness of the deep just as there was no reasoning with the blackness in the hearts of men. The presence of the two...

When light cut his bulbous form, the rain became black. Like marrow. Like the tar on the Glorphain's filthy soul. His eyes had turned white and dead and his cut stretched from shoulder to chest. No blood came from his sundered form, but puss and oil as black as the rain that fell around them...

Hands fueled with corruption of a being most foul were stained with blood. They had crushed bone and filled his nerves with something unholy. Something that brought fire to his loins. And the rain. The rain tasted so sweet against his thin lips. Their flesh was succulent on his tongue... The...

As steel clashed with steel and lightshows shined across the battlefield in defiance of the oppressive magick that flowed through the air and the clouds themselves, the blood rain continued to pour. Black and beady eyes fell upon the tree that fed on the blood that the Warlord had beckoned...

As the heavens twisted above and steel met steel and flesh on the ground below, the black smoke that came from the burning village still filled the sky. It blended with the darkness that came from the thunderstorm. Men, woman, and beast died in cries of agony and laughter. Some of his men loved...

Make them remember that they have a conscience, and the dead do not forgive them until they join them so! Nay. Allow me to teach you the truth of the world, Sorcerer. The Glorphain could hear all of the voices. All of the same images that his men were seeing and hearing. He could smell their...

As his men prepared themselves for battle, the Warlord watched as Steppenwolf forced the child to her feet and dragged her to his horse. When they rode into the mountains, he watched them go with a tear forming at the corner of his eye. In her, he saw more than just the child of some hidden and...

The Glorphain laughed a genuine laugh at the Mercenary Captain's last words as he turned away from him to return to his seat with the high back. "Captain Cato, you are no fool. You will walk with me through the gates of hell when the time comes. Those of the elder race will do anything in their...

Steppenwolf grabbed a hold of the child's mother. As she cried and begged, he reached into his belt buckle and pulled out a long dirk. The Glorph stood there, tall and silent. Over his bald head, he wore a helmet in the style of a boar's head. The good mother stared into the pits of the helm...

Smoke rose over the horizon. They'd ridden into Dawndale fifty horses strong that morning. All of those villagers were just beginning their day when the first blade fell. Their defenses were meager. No doubt the local Lord had little time to prepare a proper defense for what was to come. The...

"Right to business then, Captain?" A smile spread across his almost featureless face. The visage on his massive cranium was more akin to a baby doll than it was a grown man. Lord Glorphain sat hairless with eyes as black as the void of a dreamless sleep. There was no glint in his eyes when he...

The black pits of his eyes were alive when there was fire on the horizon. He watched it and was fascinated by how the trees looked looked as though they were crying. The wind made them sway and he thought it was almost as if they were attempting to shake the flames away. Nature was much the same...