aftermath

The fog rested on the water like a blanket. The still pond, a ways from the border of the Anirian Republic, had been privy to some of the worst of the recent border attacks of their latest bloodthirsty campaign. Somewhere in his dark and wasted heart he felt admiration for those who took what...

In the Aftermath... Walking through the wreckage in the streets, he feigned a strength he did not have. He feigned the uprightness in his back as though it always was. He feigned the strength in his countenance. He denied the burning in his body, the weakness in his lungs... He needed to be...

Beyond the Alliria Reach towards The Spine the Leprechaun had fled with the child trusted to him in the heat of battle. Each step had been agony. A war he had with himself not to turn back and save the woman whose icy gaze had finally begun to thaw in their last moment together. The taste of her...

Northern Cortos - The Razor Plains Leon wrenched his sword free, the man beneath his boot letting out one last guttural grunt of pain before he finally expired. For a moment The Inquisitor simply stood there, a frown lacing across his lips before he slowly looked up. Surrounding him were...