#ancient legends

The snow fell slowly and silently, piling up in soft banks on the cobbled streets of Oldborne, a town on the edge of the vast nothingness where winter seemed to have claimed everything. In the center of the village was La Taverna degli Ubriachi, a small beacon of warmth and companionship on a freezing night. The wind whistled through the cracks of the windows, but inside the dim glow of the…

La neve cadeva lenta e silenziosa, ammucchiandosi in banchi soffici sulle strade acciottolate di Oldborne, una città ai margini del vasto nulla dove l’inverno pareva aver reclamato ogni cosa. Al centro del villaggio c’era La Taverna degli Ubriachi, un piccolo faro di calore e compagnia in una notte gelida. Il vento fischiava fra le fessure delle finestre, ma all’interno il fioco bagliore delle…

On the warpath

Sekhmet had few too many…