Click, Zap, Fazaz, and Boom; carrying us all to our tomb. -The BombLovers
And Sama decreed a fitting punishment for the liars and the braggarts, to walk the earth for all eternity without their ears or their mouth.
You have been born into a rebellious world. The whole of history is treason; your blood was spilt before you were even born; the various creeds are but an infidelity to the Truth; and Man’s laws are but treason to his Maker. -Passage from the Samahhi
It is the Year of Furtive Shadows, and everyone can smell the changes in the wind. Everyone, from the lowest scully boy up to the regents, knew, deep down, that something must happen soon.
And from your enemies your only shield shall be blood, and in it you shall thrive.
-Passage from the Samahhi
“Had I known then about these vile monsters I would never have ventured into those woods, let alone declare war against them”
—-Unnamed veteran of the Wyrarth Offensive
Weapons used by the nomadic Kazi.
Worshipped by the barbaric warlike people of the southern deserts this sun god takes on the cruelety of the desert sun.
The bipedal sentients of the Southern Desert.
Trust in dreams, for in them is the hidden gate to eternity.
“There shall be among you lying teachers who shall bring in sects of perdition and And the task will be given to you to bring them the truth. If they will not accept what you bring, you must cut off their heads and trample their bodies underfoot, for this is the only way to save your children, and your children’s children, from growing up under false gods and heathen images.” - Excerpt from “Our Cause”
There are some remedies worse than the disease. ~Publilius Syrus
Yes my child, the pig can see the winds, and will tell you of the storms.
Squish, Squish. Squish.
Some games are played to be won, others can only be lost.
A rather non-descript burlap sack with some interesting qualities.
Remember student, there are a million ways to kill a man, but only two ways to keep him dead, and those are the total annihilation of either the body or the soul. And I’m not altogether sure about the first.
When the campfires grow dim, stories are told. Stories of lost cities, great heroes and legends of old. One of these is the story of Knurlheim. Once the proud capital of the Dwarfs, now a ruin- abandoned long ago. Filled with vast riches and treasure. It’s secrets forgotten with the decline of the Dwarfs, long ago. No one knows is certain if it ever exsisted at all.