A wispy, ethereal-looking man sits astride a black-coated horse, clutching a wicked-looking spear in one hand. Locks of white hair float like cobwebs around his pallid face as he charges down out of the night sky, eyes burning with spectral green fir
The being before your eyes is short and lithe, almost elfin in appearance, but with pale blue skin and violet eyes and hair. She is garbed in silken garments in shades of blue, green, and violet, and a sheen of moisture seems to glisten on her skin, hair, and clothing.
A great black hound the size of a horse crouches before you, its teeth flashing blue-white and its breath rimed with ice. Pale green light flickers in its eyes.
The creature before your eyes is shaped like a greyhound, but stands as tall as a pony at the shoulder. Its coat is mottled in silver and blood-red, and its gorgeous silver eyes regard the world with more-than-animal intelligence
This being resembles a tiny, hairless, nut-brown elf with enormous, luminous green eyes.
In Tolrea, where one goes after death is at least partly a function of where your culture believes you will go. In cultures that revere their ancestors, this sometimes means that death leads to an afterlife in the Spirit World, watching over one’s descendants. For as long as they are remembered and their progeny walk the earth, […]