» Sun May 12, 2013 5:59 am Who am I?
Nerevar, of House Mora. Born to no auspicious lineage. Caravan guard. Mercenary. Honor-for-hire. …a sandal-man with dusty feet.
What do I see?
Ash. Ashes, and a burning sky. The power to move mountains is nothing next to the power to move men. To move men’s hearts. To remove them.
Where am I going?
The third eye’s fire, hidden in a corner. Skulking beneath bridges. six and death. No love.
The hand of the storm queen. The seat of the Mourning Hold. Beloved of the ancestors. Merciless and compassionate.
An old friend. A teacher. Hidden knowledge, written in old, dusty tomes that crack with age. Heir to an empty House of ash and ghosts. No, not yet.
Others.
Why?
I write my own fate.
