The Fey Craftsman

A man once lived here, but all he was was things connected. There were skin and bones here, veins and arteries, but these they are not essen...

The grey light of the day was dirty and bleak, but the clouds tears still washed the pavement is saturation, rendering grey concrete a lush ...

For days they had traveled in the dark beneath the ancient city, the legends of what lay beyond these ancient passageways had drawn them in...

The smell of sawdust, the rough f eel of bandages wrapped onto hands before a fistfight. The sound of creaking leather as tough jerkins stra...

And the blue giant rolled from the past, tumbling through the ages and the hearts of our rest. What it gave to those it touched was wanderlu...