Witchlord's Blog (1)

Sand blew across the dunes, just as they had for centuries before, just as they would for centuries to come. An old man sighed from his tower vantage. These were the sands he was born to, and these were the sands his ashes would blow along. So many years spent, it seemed almost wasted to become what he was today just to end up blowing across the dunes... The old man turned to stare at his walls of books. So much left undone, unlearned, untaught. You could race against time but never conquer it h… Continue