Art by Zachary Robichaux
From her dark castle in the Crags, The Queen of Sorrow rules The Realm-Under-The-Bed with an iron fist.There is nothing she does not see, no plot she cannot uncover, no enemy she cannot defeat. Her magic is without peer.
Yet, something is amiss. Despite all her magic and knowledge, The Queen of Sorrow sits upon her throne restless and ill at ease. For there is an emptiness inside of The Queen of Sorrow, one that grows by the day.
It is a thirst she cannot slake. A wound she cannot heal.
And if not stopped, it will consume her.
Peter Hartog - Official Site 