Articles by Jain Zar

My blade sings a song of war, A low hum in halls of brittle lore. Where drow-filth weaves its shadowed thread, And chaos rears its horned head. The swine-faced demon bellows fright, A brother's...

Breath, in and out. The sound is a hollow echo, a rhythmic tide of air contained within the metal and bone of my mask. It is the only sound that is truly mine, a constant in this alien world....

My purpose is to preserve balance across the stars, as directed by Asuryan, eldest of my people's gods. I have lived many lives and seen many worlds in this pursuit, and find myself in a new...