Night fell and the hours dragged on, but still we murmured to each other of the King and the Pallid Mask, and midnight sounded from the misty spires in the fog-wrapped city.
We spoke of Hastur and of Cassilda, while outside the fog rolled against the blank window-panes as the cloud waves roll and break on the shores of Hali.
Sean Aaberg wrote:
Awesome - bought it! Also - It's Sean Äaberg
Ah geez, sorry man. I'll put through a revision request for the mouseover text etc. Thanks for pointing that out.