Dragoslawa

In the Ombrae, people are whispering: "The King will never return," and the panic rose as the sky was menacing to send their soldiers to ravage the monstrosities living here. Banshees, zombies, vampires, and so many others were ready to leave the world they loved, to return to Earth and hide. 
When another rumor spread: "The Prince is coming", and in the heart of the damned, for the first time in a very long time, there was hope again.

For those who have fallen in disgrace, those who want to be forgotten.
It feels so cold in Ombrae.
Where are our brothers and sisters, where are our children?
It is so calm in Ombrae.
Listening to the call of our King and then his son, the Prince, in the darkness we rise.
It is so warm in Ombrae.

The Prince of the Ombrae

<p>Zuline didn't believe it worked after so long trying to convince Jäwell to learn how to read, to learn something, anything. From the ones who tried to teach him, Miroïr had a nervous crisis, Zarkhaïm surrendered, and Ajira cried after he insulted her in anger when she told him there were many languages, and every one failed. </p>

<p>Jäwell spent centuries using the portraits from history books in Zarkhaïm's library as targets for his knives and bows training. Using literature as a matter to start a fire in the commanding room to grill meat with the dwarf's leader. After all of this, just like that, Jäwell agreed to learn something that he considered useless, writing. </p>

Discussing in the night