The rough-cut basalt walls grow from the forbidding landscape and form a shape reminiscent of a giant ossified tree. The dark red glow discharged from the encircling windows into the predawn darkness is the only sign that someone is home… From his throne, Aracan Katuvana surveyed the room around ...
“It would seem that Galivor is mobilising against you, Lord,” a voice said. The Aracan Katuvana nodded, focusing the gaze of one of the magical Observatory windows onto the capital city, Galindren. Outside the immense walls, camped thousands of soldiers. ...
Sheep being herded toward their winter pastures bleated in panic as the wind blew the scent of hunting direwolves from the nearby forest; the trees flaming in their autumn colours. To the west of Jirshan, the spear of I’Mor Barad rose to stab the rose and orange tinted sky...