dreadlord

Yves stood with his arms folded behind his back, his posture straight and rigid. Ashes fell from the sky like a somber rain. They covered everything around Yves, but strangely avoided him completely. In front of the man and up a hill was a burning keep. Yves stood in the bailey, which was...

It was inside an ill lit tavern on the outskirts of Vel Anir that Imogen found herself, every sod worth his salt inside the city rejecting her offer of employment the moment it fell from her spell-coated lips. She could encourage a man to want to please her. She could implore that he take on...