A mighty Dragon that once spread it wings over the swamp moon of Dire
This frightening creature has some rather cruel methods to torture its prey
The Yang to Lutazum’s Ying, the grand totem of the Maletanalu, the 5th tribe of the Hanaset.
Despair! Despair! The Dread Crow’s Glare!
Sing to me and I shall write, on lilies, poetry of the night.
What a narrow street! The bowed windows of the upper floors encroach on the view of the bowed windows opposite, making it all very dark and shady down here in your carriage. You feel it slow down and stop, and there are raised voices outside. Craning your neck out of the door you see a smug cartsman ahead, whose cart is blocking just enough of the narrow street to make your passage impossible. He appears to be waiting for you to move, but your driver is hurling abuse at him and your horses are getting restless...