Deep in the South lies a marvellous city, a city of sand, a city of water, a city of firedust. A First Age city that has survived the many cataclysms of Creation. Ruled by a powerful, aging lady carrying the title of Keshvar Harlot, the city is about to see strife of the kind it has never known. A strange web of politics, intrigue and religion; a situation slowly coming to a boil...
Further South, going where the mysterious Little Men in Black Turbans take their caravans, the Manse of Silence gnaws its way into Creation. Inhabited by the macabre Sultan of Silence and his many singer-slaves, the eerie atmosphere of sorrow, silence broken only by the wail of the undead children gives way to nightmares never heard of...
Deep in the Deserts, a new force awakens. The cries and prayers of those who've suffered the pain of thirst, of those who've suffered the whip and seen their blood evaporate upon hitting the scorching sands are about to awaken something. And this, once awakened, will change Creation forever...
Stalk the enemy. Feel the signs. Cross the line.
(post actually penned by Viradu. Andi is not responsible for the contents of this post)
Further South, going where the mysterious Little Men in Black Turbans take their caravans, the Manse of Silence gnaws its way into Creation. Inhabited by the macabre Sultan of Silence and his many singer-slaves, the eerie atmosphere of sorrow, silence broken only by the wail of the undead children gives way to nightmares never heard of...
Deep in the Deserts, a new force awakens. The cries and prayers of those who've suffered the pain of thirst, of those who've suffered the whip and seen their blood evaporate upon hitting the scorching sands are about to awaken something. And this, once awakened, will change Creation forever...
Stalk the enemy. Feel the signs. Cross the line.
(post actually penned by Viradu. Andi is not responsible for the contents of this post)
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Sounds challenging... What legends will the time tell of your deeds
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