The Gnomes rule the lands above. What have it the Dwarves, you may ask? They rule those lands below, kingdoms underground. Like small cities within the deep of caves.
Twenty long years in the making -- she had taken nearly everything from Gabriel, everything they said he would have: a life, family, company, but not a purpose. No, however, a purpose altered, reconfigured by a long sought vendetta.
There is a rhythm in words. That is why there is tone. And words have done, are doing, and will. They're the power behind the mind.
Giants like pillaring shadows, shadows who move swiftly, shadows who would rule the days to come, leave the world dark again, consume until there's none.