Tuesday, 28 August 2012

From the Diaries and Poem's of Lord Talon

I could feel the blistering Degain sun burning my flesh from my body.
When the wind blows it is like a thousand knifes passing over my raw skin.
This land is truly the land of the cursed...
everything about it I hate.
Lord Talon in the the barren land of Degrainia


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