“Come to me, sweet child. Come. Drink of my font, nourish yourself at my stream.”
Fantasy
We of Shadow
Who are we from shadows born? Who your mantles have adorned
Intro: On Dark Wings
With the wind rushing in his ears and the smell of the swamplands below him strong in his nostrils, Stentis, Enforcer of the Mentrethis Thieves Guild, slowly made his descent, the massive raven he rode guiding itself towards the bleak landscape below.
In the Court of a Fallen God
In the court of a fallen god, She who drums fingertips 'pon his skull, Sets the cadence for us all
Collar Me
Collar me please, Daddy, Keep me locked up tight
The Merchant’s Wife
Dwelleth there a merchant's wife, Who thinks fondly of the knights
By the Will of the Goddess
“No,” was his immediate thought. “Not only am I to break my oath of chastity, but with my own sister?!”
Garden Folk
Upon lost trails do we weave
Last Stand
Standing stoic 'midst twisted trees
Chapter Eight: Seeking Comfort in Dark Times
Just as the full darkness of nightfall enclosed around them, Lystra and Belt made the gates of the Flaming Fist Fort. Despite seeing no sign of continued pursuit for the majority of their flight, they had not slowed their mounts, fearful that their foe may have some unseen trick up their sleeve.
Fire-Side Tales 