Talk:Apostasy Prologue/@comment-206.217.22.181-20180102235301/@comment-2602:30A:C018:CCB0:788C:A2C4:44AF:8233-20180125010011

In darkness he came, this brutal slayer of kin,

discharged and unleashed, when all but ghosts

fled the wild dishevelled swagger - oh he knew pain,

twin fires of vast oblivion burning his soul -

and so the ghosts did gather, summoned by

one who would stand, mortal and feckless,

in the terrible slayer's path, would stand,

this precious fool, and gamble all in the clasping

of hands, warm to cold, and be led to the place

long vanished, and beasts long vanquished

would at his word awaken once more.

And who was there to warn him? Why, no-one,

and what found its way free was no friend to

the living. When you play horror against horror,

dear listener, leave all hope behind -

and ride a fast horse.

Master Blind

Saedevar of the Widecut Jhag