Once noble and proud, the Cyclopes of the desert are now all but dust on the wind…
The pride of this tribe has led it to ruin. The only thing that remains is to die with pride.
For the people of Kuboloth, hell is not in the depths of the earth but in the cold of the windy air;heaven is in the warmth of the earth, lit by glowing jewels.
Ideas ( System ) | March 8, 2011 |