The Good, The Bad and The Chevalier.
Posted October 29, 2011
The catacombs were vast and disorientating and it had been a long night. He restedupon the old stonewalls now covered with moss and roots and breathed deep, theair damp with the smell of death and magic. Sweat clung to his brow as his heart thumped against his chest. Fear wasno stranger in these hun...