Through sun baked plains they followed the bandits as the hot summer sun boiled them inside their leathers. A party of sell-swords who owe no allegiance except to the purse. No better than their bounty. They ride across sun bleached bones of soldiers fallen in wars for reasons unremembered. Their skin cracked and blistered. They ran out of water. The trail was lost. The heat made their brains swell. Ill omen wept from runes upon his skin. They blamed him for their misfortune. Days passed and one by one they died. Those left vowed to take his life. They beat and split his sunburned flesh. Demon blood kept his mortal half from death.
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Scratchy DIY punk from Philadelphia with an impeccable list of inspirations. Think Crass, Flux of Pink Indians, This Heat, and Chronophage. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 22, 2023