• In the land we once called earth, a great war began. It raged for seven years, like at the beginning of time the human's unwrote in their histories.
    But they don't remember.
    At the end, the sun godess dissappered, shrouding the world in darkness once more.
    HE left them be.
    HE did not kill them.
    HE cursed them.
    The Earth as it was once known is now a vast desert, dabbled here and there by floundering towns, that dissappear on the whim of the sands themselves.

    Chapter I
    ...Cover what we cannot see

    She settled the longneck back on the table as the barkeep approached, a trey balanced on a single finger. She glared up at him.
    A montar. The unearthy empty grey eyes and flat dull voice was enough to reveal the necromancied monster in human flesh. His words ment nothing, he was a montar, a servent, or thats how it usd to be.
    ".... the men at table two." the monotonus voice dronned, placing another longneck before her. He skuttled away in the odd walk they did, like they were used to coordinating more than two legs. Which perhapse, she concidered, could be true.
    She then noticed the bottle the montar hed placed on her table. She vaguely recalled him saying "men (somen noise) table two" She scoffed. Well that trick had only ben around since before the Seven Year War. Drug up the girl's drink then take her home to get their sick kicks. Yeah, that's original.
    She stood up, and suddenly the montar was there, its head bowed in the way the war had accustomed it.
    "Pay..." it mumbled. She scoffed again and brushed it aside.
    "I don't give hand-outs to montar." she said. She left, being sure to flip the bird to the now dissappointed men at table two.

    He was fallowing the scent of the theives. He could smell their lust, their greed. Sinners. HIS men. They must die. Even his cloak dragged at the wind as the lunar skyship Skydust hit a gale front. He shifted the wheel, ready to land.
    White was following Black.
    They would land in Dunetown. His last fortress. His last home. He could smell the ash sand on the wind. He could smell the world he approached, the land that took him in when he had fallen from the sky as a tattered warrior of the great war.
    White was following Black.
    Even his scars burned with hate. Black. The king on the chess board. He would get him. The last years had been cruel, with the addition of Black's vapor to the crew of the Moonreacher.
    Suddenly, lonelyness overtook him. A vapor, a mate, a woman. A seer. The sneaky knight. He had been the Skydust's only crewman for ten years.
    White was following Black.
    In his lament, he steared the Skydust into the trees. Skimming the topmost branches, he startled a flock of bioluminecent birds. He watched them flutter away toward the perpetual moon. The bow dipped below the tree line, and the glow was intercepted by black.
    White was following Black.

    Tanya looked up at the perpetual moon. A flock of birds glittered across the sky, frightened. The came from the east, from Lunarfern, the small oasis outside of town.
    If the birds were leaving, there was trouble.
    Knowledge of war.