Through the tombs of tyranny, I stalk, a phantasm of wrath, my axe a cleansing flame. Among the rotting remains of the priesthood, I encountered a specter more ...

Amidst the frozen peaks, where the wind bites like a wolf's fang, I find solace in the barren vastness. Hunting grounds teem with game, but none satisfy quite l...

In the depths of the crumbling cathedrals, the stench of rot mingles with the lingering perfume of incense. Here, among the bones of the faithful, I found mysel...