The night crept eternally around Capital, a sulking mist had descended, obscuring sight for all but those staring directly towards the sky, this was a night of dreams. Tiny spots of light on the tapestry of night, that eternally added to its beauty. A piece like fine silk. The young man gazed, wide awake but no less dreaming then those tucked up in their beds. Barely seeing his fifteenth winter...
The ground around the great hall of Greenhollow was slick with ice, a gentle snowfall dusted the ground in a beautiful white, each breath sucked in the freshness of the world and expelled the mists of a long hard day from Osthea’s lungs. The world was quietest now, not a bird nor soul said a word, the night expected nothing from Osthea, not this night and not this time. Small pinpricks of...
A creative through and through. Jordan is a UK writer that has worked on some big projects for a number of companies including Kobold Press and Mantic Games. Jordan is a long term DM having played RPGs since around the age of 9, even going so far to invent his own due to not wanting to read long rulebooks and instead tell amazing and detailed stories for others to be absorbed into.