The Queen is coming, ran the whispers, along comms links and across alleyways, muttered to one another between the empty shelves of the shops, and kept between the teeth of Charn's loyal citizens when the Tiger Guard passed, immense pads barely stirring the dust of the high street.
No one ever spoke the Lion's name, for who knew whether the demon would hear himself invoked, and spirit you away to his terrifying Land-Over-Sea, here on a world where the only ocean was the sea of rooftops from horizon to horizon.
It had been a great world, full of music and art and families and adventure: now its benighted peoples huddled in their homes, fearful of those keen eyes and sharp claws; and waited for the Queen to return.
Re: Charnia, always summer and never festival time
No one ever spoke the Lion's name, for who knew whether the demon would hear himself invoked, and spirit you away to his terrifying Land-Over-Sea, here on a world where the only ocean was the sea of rooftops from horizon to horizon.
It had been a great world, full of music and art and families and adventure: now its benighted peoples huddled in their homes, fearful of those keen eyes and sharp claws; and waited for the Queen to return.