On a sprawling mound of steel and rust and hate sits a clockwork castle, the technological dread that is a machineÃ¢??s delusion.
Sometimes a painting is just a painting.
This is not one of those times.
Through mud and hate and rain,
Through blood and rot and pain,
The bell tolls for victim next,
To save Saint Ithiel, the Ashfeather Hex
Archers never waste arrows in a volley. Always aim for something. To waste an arrow is a great dishonor and if caught will be shamed.
Ideas ( Society/ Organization ) | May 31, 2002 |