The Cold Command

salt lord, master of shadow and shifting winds, out of the wind s cold quarter and the west, hear me now and put forth your crooked hand for me

You can t build an empire without

Murdered children

Just look around you at this piece-of-shit torture chamber of a world. Does it look to you like something ruled by a benign lord of all creation? Does it look as if someone s up there watching out for you all?