Thronebreaker
Upon the great vessel, Everstorm, there strode the Warlord Gerra. The halls of the warship were strewn with the plunder of a dozen worlds. Artwork hung haphazard upon the walls. The floors were lined with rich carpets of a hundred variety. Chandeliers and candalabras hung from ceilings and walls, wildly out of place.
Yet, this was home.
Gerra entered the enormous chamber that served as the dining hall for House Hasuras. A table hewn from the branch of a wroshyr tree sat in the middle of the room, surrounded by chairs. Servants had laid out food and wine.
Holding his helmet under one hand, Gerra glanced from the table, to the walls of the room lined with even more artwork and the scalps and skins and skulls of conquered foes.
He allowed a smile to cross his features.
It felt good to be back.
Hasuras Na-Eleos
Hasuras Na-Liraeth
Hasuras Na-Sias
Hasuras Na-Veyra
Hasuras Na-Vulkas
Hasuras Va-Kull
Yet, this was home.
Gerra entered the enormous chamber that served as the dining hall for House Hasuras. A table hewn from the branch of a wroshyr tree sat in the middle of the room, surrounded by chairs. Servants had laid out food and wine.
Holding his helmet under one hand, Gerra glanced from the table, to the walls of the room lined with even more artwork and the scalps and skins and skulls of conquered foes.
He allowed a smile to cross his features.
It felt good to be back.
Hasuras Na-Eleos
Hasuras Na-Liraeth
Hasuras Na-Sias
Hasuras Na-Veyra
Hasuras Na-Vulkas
Hasuras Va-Kull