The Lost Isles
Bhan
Another fleet lost.
Another half dozen ships smashed upon the rocks of the Lost Isles, destroyed within the mists and rent unto the corals that sat around their home. The Dark Gods had sent a message, a sign, their laughter ringing within his skull as he watched his ships sundered and the men upon them drown. It was clear what they desired, clear what they wanted.
More.
Not the paltry little boats that he had sent forth, not those he had set upon this raid, but more. Their words had echoed in his skull and their call was understood. That was why he had come here, why he had wandered all the way across this Isle from his own. Making it here had not been hard, not when the Dark Gods had cleared the path for him.
His steps crunched against the black stone, a building taking shape just ahead.
As he moved he could hear the Dark Gods in his skull. They whispered of his path, of what he would find here. Of the greatness which could be birthed from this venture.
A ship.
An armada.
More.
That was why he had come here. That was why the Dark Gods had set his path onto this Island. The Nordwiir stepped forward, calling out. "Bone Whisperer!"
He shouted.
Bhan
Another fleet lost.
Another half dozen ships smashed upon the rocks of the Lost Isles, destroyed within the mists and rent unto the corals that sat around their home. The Dark Gods had sent a message, a sign, their laughter ringing within his skull as he watched his ships sundered and the men upon them drown. It was clear what they desired, clear what they wanted.
More.
Not the paltry little boats that he had sent forth, not those he had set upon this raid, but more. Their words had echoed in his skull and their call was understood. That was why he had come here, why he had wandered all the way across this Isle from his own. Making it here had not been hard, not when the Dark Gods had cleared the path for him.
His steps crunched against the black stone, a building taking shape just ahead.
As he moved he could hear the Dark Gods in his skull. They whispered of his path, of what he would find here. Of the greatness which could be birthed from this venture.
A ship.
An armada.
More.
That was why he had come here. That was why the Dark Gods had set his path onto this Island. The Nordwiir stepped forward, calling out. "Bone Whisperer!"
He shouted.