Bearing the Dead

And I shall bear them,

Unto the day Azyr' halls draw near.

So that they may be reforged anew,

My Brothers few.

Off with their heads!

Down the Ashen Stairway,

'Cross the Sour Glen.

 We daren't go a wander,

For fear of the Headsman.

Ancient Norscan Rhyme

Marble, made Man

"Unto ash I return thee"

Footsteps of Doom

The Footsteps of Doom,

Hark, do you hear them?

Sweet chime of Marble,

Echoing from ridge to ridge.

Wings

"Thorns and...s...stings 

And those such...things,

Just make stronger

Our divine...w...wings!"

-Karl Gehrmann

Former Patient of the Order of Shallya, Altdorf

A Fly on my Desk - WIP

"Buzzing. Incessant Buzzing.

Why won't it stop. Make it stop!

I close my eyes and it is all I hear.

I can not stop it!

Make it stop!

Why won't it stop!"

- Karl Gehrmann,                

Former Patient of the Order of Shallya, Altdorf                 

The third son....

A third joins us... All hail to

Jordan Lee / Drazuul