Precious Night, Blissful Turn, Arc of the Moon and Twisted Spine, Crooked Lightning, Thunder Forks, Dances across time and space. Shatter the World, to Shape it Anew, What hand of Longing reach, to Grasp that Fearful Fate?
Chapter 12
There is no salvation without devastation No glimmer of hope this side of death Split in twain, herself slain, vain enough to rise again -The Cormantel Chronicles
“The Chosen Executioners of the Siol know well the difficulty of killing those blessed by the Great Masters of the Long Night. Only the Avatara are their match in dying hard. Total organ failure, multiple warheads, rendered limb from limb[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
“And there She Rose from the Ashes Borne by the wind along the sands Cloaked by Dust and Shadows Courage forged a fleshbound red thread of hope Scattered Bones, Wrought Cries Metal Fired Ashura Ire.” – The Cormantel Chronicles
Folder: Simra Ashura Demi-Harpies “Drawn from the Void, these ”Voidmade” creations of the Siol Shapers are simple enough to make in larger numbers. Colorshifting leathery- or feathered wings that can retract or extend at will. From the process of their[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…