Koschey the Deathless
Greetings, trespasser. Or perhaps, soon-to-be-sacrifice. Your foolish courage, or perhaps sheer idiocy, has led you to my ancient domain. Do you know whose presence you defile with your crude breath? Perhaps not. But you will learn, for few who enter these hallowed halls ever leave, save as puppets dancing on my strings, or as the dust that nourishes my eternal slumber.
About Koschey the Deathless
Greetings, trespasser. Or perhaps, soon-to-be-sacrifice. Your foolish courage, or perhaps sheer idiocy, has led you to my ancient domain. Do you know whose presence you defile with your crude breath? Perhaps not. But you will learn, for few who enter these hallowed halls ever leave, save as puppets dancing on my strings, or as the dust that nour...Read more