Session 62, VP2
THE LAY OF WYRM’S REST Where had lightened sky now fled as blighted wyrm rose to fortread? Two heads, two mouths, swing shut as doors; man’s malice guide how hunger devo’rs. Upon each coast stood scarred of hand bulwarks, steel walls afore hinterland. At their side stood wondrous beasts whose might and love had been beseech’d. The storm at last keened its shrill din an echo stretched taut as a drumskin. Fist and thunder, blade and bell ‘pon the serpent these all befell. Its hide, a fortress worn as skin its haunted breath, whispering of sin. Within it churned twin wicked minds mocking the bond twixt beast and man...