Sam J. Charlton

Twill be the end of us all when it comes...The moon will devour the sun...The sea will rise in a great wave and drown the world...The Realms will fall...Evil will crawl across the land.

Down they went, into the darkness. Down ancient, worn steps coated in slippery mildew. Down into the deep recesses of the earth, far beneath the corridors of Deep-Spire.

When you__e lost there__ nowhere to go but forward. One step at a time _ and the way will show itself.

There are different kinds of anger. There is the kind that flares bright, like a fire devouring dry wood _ an anger that dies as quickly as it ignites. There is the kind that takes its time to rise, but leaves devastation in its wake when it does. And then, there is the anger that is always there, in the pit of your belly _ gnawing, biting and twisting _ and reminding you of its presence every waking moment. This is the kind that can kill you, if given enough time.