austinblan

Wand'ring herdsman, Molni's husband Heir to Thrimbor, Throne of Ishtar. King unknowing Ever wand'ring, Brings morn with the Flame immortal. In lands remote Dark lord watcheth, Fixed on Vohengir Last of Vrinnsblood. Ancient brothers, Souls unyielding, Heirs returning, Old blood steeling. Here the fate of All men resteth, Ancient battles Without respite. Bear the blood of All men mortal Molni watches Vohengir resting. Blessed of Thrimbor restless dreaming cold sweat beading Pale white hands grasp, Vohengir thrashing mem'ry coursing Gone in a flash: Apparitions. [They] Leave behind a promise given countless

 The sun rose, rising from the sea like some great Neptunian sphere. It cast a warm glow upon the waves, and danced among the hilltops. The hills blazed like crystal with hints of dew and trickling streams. When the sea breeze came, it was warm, and told of the coming spring. Winter had held on for as long as it could, but Summer seemed to hold much stronger a grip this season. People said that the stars were changing, and that things were destined to be remade. They knew not how true these prophecies were, for while they spoke merely of harvests, rains, and livestock, the words held a much greater truth. Unknowable to them, invisible, the wo

High Orbaskarr Gods sat laughing. Threads of mortal lives were spinning. Sat foreseeing: Deep within the ocean stirring... the wyrm hungers. Vohengir full with red-hot hatred blindly fled forth to the coastlands. Bidding farewell, then departing, seeking out the siren's covey. In the stars his doom was written, when he found that he'd been bitten. 'though he knew not what it meant yet. Heavy hanging moon foreboding. On high he heard woeful calling, sirens singing, temptress chorus. There he found them, in their cavern by the seaside softly sighing. Without willing, his feet moved forth drawing forward to th

      Long then walked they,  through meadows green and fair. The somber sun  hung overhead, casting a soft light about the newly made Earth. At  length, they came upon a series of hills taller than those they had  encountered before. Telembor motioned to Aldrea, for her to approach  quietly. For, somewhere beyond the other side of the hills, a great  sound could be heard. It brought to mind the sighing of the branches of  past woods, except this had a rhythm to it. Three beats of his heart he  counted, and another sigh was heard. Together, they crested the hill,  the sun illuminating what lie beyond. It was unlike anythin