A single figure, northward bound, slowly, quietly, walks a twisting snow clad path.... Loneliness, his trusted companion; Dispair, a forgotten friend...
"SIR! Hold thy step, Death doth this way lie..."
focus, focus, continue the walk. i hear them , i feel them...
"SIR! My warning to heed, your soul to keep..."
i sense them, they speak only to me...
Our lone figure continues his journey. A strange man in a strage land. Who calls him? What does he hear?
.... the silent laughter of dark gods....
1 comment:
Haha... so ambigious ah?
So up for a game soon?
Keen on blood bowl?
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