Dire Strength

The sands of the Scintillant Waste are living and responsive–the infinite desert speaks to itself, reflecting thoughts only such immensity can conceive. However, when it needs must find a form to communicate with those of more limited capacity, it frees a portion of itself, and fills a sheath of magic armour formed by the cunning Djinn of Qaldin. This crucial identity calls itself Crixalis, meaning [Read more…]

How long has it been since he lost his name? The frayed damage of his mind no longer knows.

Vaguely he recalls armour and banners and grim-faced kin riding at his side. He remembers a fight: pain and fear as insipid hands ripped him from his saddle. He recollects terror as they threw him into the cavernous pit of the Dead God beside his brothers, to hear the Dirge and be devoured into oblivion. In the darkness below, time left them. Thought left them. Common sense left them. [Read more…]

Slardar is a Slithereen, one of the Deep Ones, protector of the great wealth of hollow cities and the ancient treasures buried there. In the dark gulf of the great ocean abysses, the Slithereen Guard carries his lure-light with him through the top-secret treasure rooms. Thieves are drawn in by its friendly glow, never to return. He is completely loyal, and his reticent nature hides [Read more…]