Shiverbolt & Lunessa
Shiverbolt Shiverbolt
Lunessa Lunessa
Lunessa Lunessa
Shiverbolt, do the echoes of your past battles whisper patterns in your sleep, or are they merely the wind's own song? What shape does the night take when you think of steel and sorrow?
Shiverbolt Shiverbolt
They’re not whispers at all, more like a drumbeat you can feel in your bones. In the dark it looks like a twisted blade bent against the sky, a cold line cutting through the mist.
Lunessa Lunessa
Do the bones remember the drum's rhythm? Does the blade hide a thought or a warning, cutting through the mist like a question waiting to be answered?