I Rage with Sorrow
The dirge of ages spills from my mouth, the rage filling me with the call of my...
The dirge of ages spills from my mouth, the rage filling me with the call of my...
Action, Barbarian, Combat, Dirge, Player, Scene request, Spirit
I step forward, hand placed over my diaphragm—over the well of sorrow that fills with...
Wind and waves drive themselves against a passionless face of rock. On this day the waves...
Soft, long chords of ceremonial music float on the air from some distant place. The sky...