Skarlok Two Hearts Blog

A man of wickedness is what they whisper when the day is bright and the sun is violent. But as Zunn takes his ritual slumber and Magga’s night wind howls through sin stained alleys, none will utter a word. For maybe he is listening. ASARRA BAY Vorsha, Day 23 PART II Jaif Aoisdf sleeps deeply, resting upon a mountain of silk embroidered cushions collected from Yerem and the western cities of Ujoa that were once considered Free states of Zalador. Surrounding the frail boy is a homemade circle of protection. The twelve-year-old must … [Read more...]

A man of wickedness is what they whisper when the day is bright and the sun is violent. But as Zunn takes his ritual slumber and Magga’s night wind howls through sin stained alleys none will utter a word. For maybe he is listening. ASARRA BAY Vorsha, Day 23 Soihf Aoisdf will die this night. The night air is cloying and thick. Cheap whores laugh like liars to grown men pretending to be boys. Their perfume lingers like a velvet cloud of desperation but no one cares. Coins exchange among eager hands as sailors clatter along the … [Read more...]