Thursday, August 6, 2009

The Burning Wastes

The ruin of the Ancients surrounds us. Haunts us. Infuses us. We live far away from the ancient cities of metal and grey stone that stick up from the land like angry, rotten teeth. We live our lives, try to survive, but they are always there in the distance. Silent sentinels beckoning.

Somedays the wastes that surround the homes of the ancients erupt with acrid flame. Angry. Beacons of decay and filth.

But what secrets may lie in them? Certainly death. But a few tales of fantasical creatures and powerful artifacts that rival the gods are whispered to be there too...

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