Colin J.D. Crooks

For too long the battlefield has denied my soul, and Strothheim beckons. In these hours of my final judgment, I stand on the precipice of victory, one that will purchase my lord’s transcendence. Khyber, God of the sword and shield, will break the shackles of the mortal realm and take his rightful...

I stand over my daughter’s grave, haunted by the ruin I have caused. A dead city, the armies of three nations gathered upon its ashes. Their god-kings cry for vengeance but Khyber has long prepared, and his former comrades will find no easy meat. To blame it on fate would be a kindness. Hubris...