The first Pillar

Great Desert of Skulls

Voah looked on when she could pull herself to gaze at the figure of her god that seemed to stretch and fill the horizon and her vision. She could see more details now, the symbol of Vastad etched in his breastplate, the daggers and axe secured on his belt, the scores upon scores of scars on arms and his battle hardened visage.

His piercing blue eyes bore into her. Reading her, assessing her. His gaze drifted past her into the tent she shared with Gonyaul, to the relic she carried on her hands and back into her eyes.

His mere presence seemed unbridled with power, primal and raw. A force of nature. A reaver of old made flesh.

"Walk with me..." Came the command...