Roma Two-Stripe sat on a makeshift throne of wood and bone, cushioned with the most expensive furniture tally can buy, sipping from a forged glass goblet. In every aspect she was enjoying the most luxurious existence the wastes had to offer, and she was revelling in it. Alpine stood not too far away. His powerful presence was a small reminder of the constant danger that the life of a Ravager presented, but even that level of security was enough for her to lower her guard an

It was quiet in the small settlement of Salvation. The powerful winds of the Cold Snap had passed on over the rest of Sunfire Valley, kicking up enormous dust storms and Weird crystal mirages, but in Salvation there was only the distant sound of crashing waves. This did not however, bring a feeling of peace as one might expect. As the warmth of the sun peered over horizon and chased away the cold of winter, there was a growing feeling of unease that settled over the town.

The wind felt good on Odine’s face as he lay on the deck of the Seafoam’s Crest. He watched as Lobo Tome, March, and Nerida valiantly fought against the rotten Succumbed who had boarded their ship. The Rot Walker that had torn open his body lay dead next to him, but he knew he would not survive much longer. Then he heard the roaring boom of the cannon that they had fastened to the Crest and a cheer went up from the fighters. He never saw it happen, but the splintering gro