Posted November 14, 2014
They'd found the book after searching a local cave, looking for the foul atronachs that had burnt down a local village. Those who returned bore haunted expressions, and a leather tome wrapped in ragged linen cloths. The battered, scorched exterior of the journal contrasted with the neat flowing scr...
The Second Rise of Torban Valund
Posted November 12, 2014
Wisened old hands rested on the stone. Eyes closed, the Atmoran bent his weary back to place his lips on the dusty crypt, and whispered. Built by his Grandfather, the tomb already looked ancient. Hand carved walls, ceiling and pillars gave the place an air of reverence. Vines and moss were already w...