What weight has legacy, what strength has a name, in an era when the stars themselves bend to the will of man, when the gods have been forgotten?
His eyesight isn’t what it was, but he’s still got a brilliant way with calfskin.
Age is a terrible weight
“Seizing this one was far easier then I expected,” thought Yuther the devil, ” he puts up no fight!
They are two sides of the same coin-either one will kill you, they’ll just think about it differently.
In a world where it seems that even the smallest of ideals has a deity to call a patron, even bastards have a patron god to call their own.
“Come and see Veidt, the ever-sleeping. Born with an incurable condition, he has not woken once in twenty-six years. Come and see the man who will never wake. Come and see Feher’s sleepwalker.”
“They took you away from me, Victoria. They killed you. Those fools took away the only thing I had, and they turned me into a monster. Well, I’ll make them pay, Victoria. I’ll avenge you, beloved. I’ll kill all of them.”
Pataket is a criminal unlike any others for he has been working at his trade for centuries, and it is rumoured that he can break into anywhere.
"Some people call me a monster, and while that’s true enough, they don’t give me enough credit. I am an artist, sir, in a criminally neglected art."
The two foreigners claimed to represent their queen, but… Where did they say they were from?
A man of extremes
Extras and alternate “headliners” for The Carnival of Forgotten Souls and other traveling shows
It is a small, peaceful village like so many others. Do you wonder who lives inside?
The grim and often belligerent denizens of the Grand Duchy of Nyir
Every winter, a humble tinker man wanders through the villages, giving toys to the children…
Last of the Lineage of Senach, young King Nemeroud gave his heart to an Aelfen enchantress and vanished from the lands of men, plunging the land into chaos. If only the tale had ended there
“No my lord!” cried Herithi. “Have Mercy! Take my eyes instead!” Why did I say that?! thought Herithi, shock registering through him.My eyes? Shalali protect me…
Endowed with a generous love for the untainted bounty of the natural environment, this enigmatic individual has all but forgotten what it means to be human..
The searchers found only a silken veil, so they despaired; telling their frightened families only that the Dark Lady of Destinen had taken another lover.
One day a year is the Day of Turning where those on the bottom of the heap for the rest of the year get to live like Kings. Privates question Generals, the people get a say in running things and there is great merriment and gift giving.