The Dragon of Ost’safir
Get your meaty hands on Mordschlag Issues #0 and #1 on our upcoming BackerKit campaign! Violet flames burned low and sickly within the cressets encircling the underground chamber. Amid the shallow vault of the ceiling, writhing shadows bred with the licking, fiery tongues, gave birth to the foul schemes hatching below. At the center of the chamber, three grim figures, robed in black and cloaked in sendal mystery, stood around a broad scrying basin carved from a single obsidian slab. They watched in sepulchral silence as the image of an old man, his ratty gray beard split by a grin…
