CXXII: The Seeds of Dio - Prelude

Day 1,529, 08:44 • Published in USA USA • by Little Old Halfling


It is known that when death calls, you return to the Sand.

In a time long after the Fall, in an age of pig-disgusting heresies and unbelievers, there lived the Halfling Athanaric. Far removed from the glories of old he yet clung to the old ways, a true believer in his own small right. And the Halfling lived out his days. And when it came time for him to pass, he set across the globe to lay to rest among the golden dunes.

But when it came time for death to take him, there was only a voice. And it whispered quietly across the Sands to him:

Za Warudo...

And Dio gave the Halfling new life and purpose. For nine months the Sands were as but a bed to him, and after many suns had come and gone the Halfling rose again. Waking as a dreamer, he set across the Sands to a country far across the sea. And he came back to America, the land of his Old Birth. And he saw where the Seeds must be sown, and set to raise that still more glorious dawn awaiting.



Stay frosty.