About Gods’ Realm


There had been no rain for over a year. Tirm, the shaman, had tried everything. He had danced, he had thrown his little objects on the ground, he had sung, he had drawn symbols in the sand. Nothing had worked. There was only one way left, but it was dangerous. Now he had no choice. […]

via The Realm of Gods — Fictionspawn Monsters

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