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Prophesy of the Warrior

Art by Mark D Viraj Our lives are wind and rapid water, but our story is undying. Even as flesh becomes flower fodder And our last kin finish crying, The deeds...

The Warrior Questions

Over leather boiled and mail oiled, Rooted I stand with sword gleaming. Eyes squinted, tuned for battle, Scanning, searching for demons teaming. As I wait at ready my arms grow...