My father is slain. His house is broken. His sword is shattered, and his axe has been rent apart. But his blood lives on.
The restless shade of a terrible demon of an age long since dust.
A great demon of death and destruction.
Some people are linked psychicly and get brief glimpses of each others lives. They will have visions of what the other sees.
Ideas ( Society/ Organization ) | January 4, 2002 |