post-battle

  1. Aarno

    Knights of Anathaeum Spectres in the Hold

    Wind and draft both did howl, whistling through the window slits and corners of the keep. Dunhold. With an extended hand he'd tried its walls and doorways, fingertips brushing lightly like in inspection of a delicate silk. The stone was old, he felt, but none so aged as that of the monastery...