Produktbeschreibung
The breath of the abyss had begun to blow across the screaming plains of Kal‘nat Rür. A cold, invisible hand was carrying the screams of the eternally tortured towards us... They were the songs of the damned, screams of extra enthusiasm to celebrate my passage through their region. Despite my natural talent in the subtle art of music, I decided not to take notice of the mediocrity of their homage. My companions in arms, however, were positively transported with delight. All around me I could glimpse looks filled with emotion and gratitude towards me, timidly flickered in my direction.
Our ambassador offered to carry me over the chaotic paths of our great rutted homeland so that they would not dirty my princely outfits... Crazy fool! If I had wanted to ride on some nag I would have demanded one myself ...
From a Damned One of Pride's account of the battle of Kal'nat Rür. |
