the lost isles

Somewhere deep in the Lost Isles The sounds of stepping came long after he felt the initial vibrations, coursing through the stony ice cavern like the thud of a troll's heavy gait. Silence, then the thump, then guttural words that once seemed so unfamiliar to him. But aided by magic, and the...

"They march, because it is in their blood. They march, because death is all they know." The snow crisped under his feet as Bhan walked towards the far-away fire. Here in no man's land, where the shadows ran deep and Gods danced in the moonlight, there was nothing to fear for the Nordwiir...