My travels led me through regions that grew more and more familiar, the farther I walked from home. The pristine, primeval forest, with its high trees and unfrightened wildlife faded slowly over the miles into first forests that were far far from grand, and then to plains that smelled of smoke, and finally into blasted wastes.
The first gust of air that met me carried the scent of unbridled death– of burn, of flesh rotten, of blood and gore, and the unmistakable, overpowering scent of brim. Demons roamed in the barren and charred lands before me, and for the first time in my life, I felt fear. Read the rest of this entry »