We heard the cry of the lookout, perched upon his small platform near the top of the skimmers mainmast, and saw the vessel alter course towards us.
I was wrong, Bayl said, chewing thoughtfully. Cooking hasnt improved them at all. He pulled the little rodents tail from between his teeth and grimaced at it in distaste, then flung it into the fire.
The sky blazed a deep crimson, the sun gaping like a bloody wound as it sank toward the horizon. Above, the sky had already deepened to the livid blue-black of bruised flesh. The rocks still shimmered as they radiated back the days scorching heat. It would be hours before the chill of the night reached this place. Read Part 2
Pain. Pain the like of which I had never imagined. Like spears of sun-scorched obsidian sliding through my limbs where my bones should have been, the claws of some ravening beast tearing through my bowels, razors across my sweat-slick skin. And, through it all, he was there, inside my mind, pouring fear and anguish into my soul.
Tales of the corrupt races, Trolls, Wemics, Pixies, Goblins, the abominations of the Arcane Apocalypse.
We are monsters. We are the damned. We recognise that there will be no place in this new world for us. Like the prophets of old, we are blessed with the foreknowledge of Paradise regained, but doomed never to see it with our own eyes.
What is the true purpose of the Dragon’s Levy?