A Shattered Peace

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“They’re seein’ through the promises

And all the lies they dare to tell

Is it heaven or hell?

They know very well”

“Only the Young” by Journey

Crüxt could feel the air tear at him as the company galloped over the beaten turf.  Ahead of them lay the Shrine of Arcén, one of the Templar’s many holdouts.  The burly Dräekìn stood in his stirrups to look around.  Crüxt easily towered over the men within his company, let alone the natural structure his race inherited from their less favorable ancestors.  “Company halt!” he called out.  The survivors of the battle came to halt to encircle their leader.

Across the Seas of Light

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“Cry out to legions of the brave
Time again to save us from the jackals of the street
Ride out, protectors of the realm
Capatin’s at the helm, sail across the sea of lights””Neon Knights” Black Sabbath

 

Again the ship lurched as the sea bucked beneath her. Credance was most relieved that his form prevented him from feeling the full effects of the rocking ship. Otherwise he would most definitely be heaving over the gunwales. His companion was equally fortunate, if that was indeed the correct term. The reaper face seemed to have a permanent frown, a look that had been affixed to the ebony skull since the voyage began.