so we walked together, through the valley of the ruined city its splendor in ashes and power gone to rust.
We passed the carcases of fallen gods and monsters strewn in whatever fashion they where killed. The smell of sulphur and
perfumed putrefaction mixed with the dust and ash that had scorched the world of man after the great war, the kingdom come. All that was left was a world of ghosts for us to
scratch and struggle through, kings of the wastes. When the gods came they promised a cleansing of the world, when the monsters came they promised destruction. Both kept their word and where true to it.