It was pitch black in the cellar. The cellar of countless numbers of papers. Pieces of parchment with important, unimportant information. Information containing acts of deviant behaviour, acts of goodwill, treaties and allegiances. It was the Praevalidus archives. A chamber far below the Red Dragon castle, a fifteen minute walk down a steep, narrow, spiralling […]

via Little trip in the darkness — Right of Legions

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