Morktober 2025 – Wizard

"Tufts of hair still cling to the diseased skull of the thing clutching the carved lectern, foul words forming on withered lips, blind eyes scanning forbidden text, following fingers that probe the vellum pages for their secrets. A single harsh syllable escapes it's throat, expanding to envelop the room with a fist of flame ..." … Continue reading Morktober 2025 – Wizard