Horuke

It takes a century to learn how to properly hold a sword -Proverb of the Elven Blademasters Morning Song ancient blade of House Xiloscient has been in the great house’s keeping since the War of the Seldarine. The blade was forged to imprison Final Sunset, general of Lolth and demigod of curses and darkness. It became a living weapon, turning the powers of the Dark in service to the Light.    Since the end of the war the sword has been kept imprisoned the depths of the family vault, bound and warded deep in the earth by the family’s greatest mystics and theurges; for the instrument of our salvation is also the key to Lolth’

Bloody eyes, bloody eyes; see those who've wronged me. Wander through the night, wailing of things done wrong that can't be made right. Bloody eyes, bloody eyes; see those who've wronged me. You will find in that place, a man with tears of blood streaming down his face. Bloody eyes, bloody eyes; see those who've wronged me. When he asks, speak it plain, the names of those who've caused so much pain. Bloody eyes, bloody eyes; see those who've wronged me. Then he'll vanish from your sight and those you named will die in one fortnight. Bloody eyes, bloody eyes; see those who've wronged me. For he always finds his prize and leaves his ma

Another night in the cremation grounds, the pyres nearly out, no wind stirs; the air is heavy with the smells of smoke, burning flesh, flowers and sandalwood. Dark clouds obscure the sky casting a deeper darkness on the place. Guttering embers provide a dull red light. A gaunt figure prowls the shadows between the dying fires, every motion stiff and betraying the pain it feels; wrapped head to toe in a blood stained funeral shroud with a skull in its left hand, it approaches and supplicates before a fading funeral pyre, reaching out with a long bony arm taking handfuls of ash to fill the skull. Its dusky skin is covered in filth, cracked and