Thursday, 29 March 2012

The Child of the Wastes

As is the custom with Autarii tribes, on the first night of he Child's  life she was left to survive the cold of Naggaroth's  desolate wastes, north of the towers. Her birth had taken the life of her mother, and the Child was weak and small. However she did not perish that night, but from then on the tribes people saw that she could no longer cast a shadow.  The Child was cast out, left for dead a second time.

It s said that her cloak was a daemons gift, in payment for sparing her life on thy first night. By learning the art of shadow she may hide herself from the horrors of the north.

The cloak she possesses sifts in and out of reality, twisting in the unseen etheric winds that buffet a mans destiny this way or that. If you stare for long enough into the shadows, you may see constellations spinning in wild, furious riot.  You may dream of the dead, or see nightmares stare back at you in silent vigil.



1 comment :

  1. amazing work as per usual , the grieves are stunning , , also liking this new layout of the blog and the previous assassin , always interesting to see you work mate.