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The Child. Mina, of the Trinemorro. She could see with her eyes unclouded. In that space of dreams. In that space of desires. Of the mind. Of the soul. One eye upon the Mud. One eye upon the Ash. As easy as breathing. Only now, she could hardly breath. So gripped by fear was her heart. A...

"That is what you do best, Hierophant," came the sure and distant tone of One Eye, the Archer. A pounding from the distance. The soft sobs that came through cold iron. A warmth, most fragile and delicate, like light refracted and traced across the hairs of a moths' wings, bathed in the twin...

But the darkness was there to greet him. When those eyes did come open. But in flickers and flutters. Thin lines of sight, for the crust of a strange bile formed around the eyes of that most precious being they brought to this dark and dank place. Hidden from the sun. Wet. With a stench of iron...

But One Eye stood still. With one arm less, but a smile still spread across his half burnt visage. His metalic skin turned to bubbling black along the edges. His bow, gone. A laugh, cruel and low and full of dark joy. He stepped toward the fallen star with the soft crunch of earth underfoot...

A smile crept across One Eye's visage. Their large red eye, so proudly fixed above their brow, wide and open as it watched the dancing flames whirl and twist, rise and fall, in vicious and virulent display. Teeth long and straight, and hungry. The bow, twisted and malignant as it was, snapped...

Upon frost bitten bough did the archer prowl. His malignant metal bow, twisted and turned, like a thing made of oil slicked horn, frozen over and held in his strong hand, as the other gathered spiral strands of silver streaked hair that flowed from his crown. A smile curled up the corner of...

A star. Bright and blinding in its fury. A star born from the shadowed heart, and all the blood that danced to its cosmic beat. It devoured. It consumed. It killed. For light too, took life to grow. Wick to a flame near eternal. There for but a drowning instant upon the corrupted crag. Before...

Struggle on the light did against the dark. Bounced against the cage of claws as it rattled against the doom stained earth. As fires roared their blazing tongues. Summoned there by them who would save so small a thing. As the souls of the raging dead crawled and crept and dragged across the...

Sword aflame sliced through boney limb, constricted by gheists' grasp, the clutched claws still wrapped tight about the luminous moth, fell to the floor and rattled against the rocks. The singular round oculus at the creature's center slid, and it looked at its missing limb a moment. The gaze of...

To the pain. To the death. To the end. As ye brave two marched on, darkness wisped and whipped about. Its tendrilled essence, like a chilling mist turned ashgrey smoke, curled and waved you welcome. Parted as it did against the gentle moth's light. For Dorn Iron gave way to iron, and...

Cold greats you. Digs its long claws into the chinks between plate, as snow sticks and melts and does its best to sap away your warmth. Greedy as it is to turn back from ice into something else. The memory of what it once was. Its old shape. Just like the shape of this place. Twisted and...