The March of the Dead
It was midnight, and the moon was a pale disc in the clear night sky. From the edge of the forest a funeral procession appeared, led by an ashen-faced cleric…
It was midnight, and the moon was a pale disc in the clear night sky. From the edge of the forest a funeral procession appeared, led by an ashen-faced cleric…
Regina slowly shuffled past the older initiates to her appointed place to the right of the candelabrum. They were standing on the left, each dressed in a white…