Regisfall

The Blood of the Land Burz’Kal burned because it had always burned. The orcs called it sacred. They said the fire was the blood of Gruumsh and that all things belonged to him in the end. Belief has weight. Enough weight to shape mountains and justify slaughter. I did not come to challenge it. Truth...

A Way Across I went to Karagard drawn by a pressure I could not ignore. Not a sound. Not a path. A weight pressing against the inside of my skull, the way a storm presses against the horizon before it breaks. Mortality dulls such things. It files them down into superstition and instinct. I no longe...