Walking past the stones and upturned oaks a child god asks for hammered gold and the sun did awake;
Yet another to sleep in a dream where mad prophets wave their arms about dreaming;
Atlas stumbles forth...
I read some Yeates and made that up as an ice breaker. LoL...This is a really cool module. I feel like I should include some characters. If it goes anything like it went last weekend. Well,... [click here for more]