Priest of Galos

Steve Doolittle just updated an image for the atlas: A priest of Galos!

The Cover Sketch

This just hit my desk yesterday, courtesy of Stephen Doolittle. The titling isn't final, and it will probably have to be in grayscale for the free copies (it can remain in color for the pdf and the Lulu version):

That thing you're looking at is the Tour Wyrmais or the Tower of Dragons. It was built by the southmen very early in the history of Miles and served as a warning system when the legendary beasts were far more numerous than they are today.

The Transformation

This morning I come bearing a journal entry and some artwork from Danny, the fellow who plays Oloz. The first is Oloz-as-was, and was drawn early in his career. The second is Oloz-as-is, and was drawn yesterday.

Oloz as an orc in his freeman's toga

I have seen my own corpse. I have taken this journal from his, my? body. I lifted my blades, my rings, my shield... I have taken from the dead before, these very things, even. I am no stranger to theft or to looting, and yet I am disturbed greatly!

Perhaps what disturbs me most of all is that this was no different. I scarcely recognize that brutalized, brutal face, all its lumpen features and fire-slicked scarring, those glassy little eyes. How can I look into my own eyes and not see myself? Maybe this is the only way that it could ever be? After all, what makes up a person? The body? I would say that it is not so. My body has changed, and though I have seen much that almost none alive could boast of beholding, and learned, gained from it, what was 'me' has migrated. The dead man in whose book I write was Oloz, and I am Oloz, but the shell we left behind is just that.