Jason R Jones

The Last Pantheon Jason R Jones

"Dada?" "Yes son?" "Is that the first dwarves you have ever ever in your life ever met?" "No, I know several, in truth." "Yeah, but not a MoonHammer or a King." "Actually, I do. Do you remember Azenairk Thalanaxe?" "He is a Moon Hammer?! You met him!?" Alessandeir smiles with excitement, running back toward our keep, yet pausing to wait for me. I follow, listening to the faint sounds of the marching dwarves fade beyond the foothills. "No, there is only one MoonHammer. But, I should tell you about Zens' family I suppose. For he is related to kings, did I tell you this already?" I remember right where I left off, nearly one year ago. The Curselands of Western Shanador. The Stormlands of Armondeen. No matter the name, it is a place no one returns from. Join Azenairk and his companions as the last leg of the promised journey turns west, in search of mythical Kakisteele. The deadly blades of Kendari of Stillwood are not far behind. The White Spider of Johnas Valhera are searching the western caravans at night for Kaya T'Vellon, once Jade of the West. Dark nobility of Armondeen consort with demons, planning to invade the very lands our heroes are walking into, and they are the sacrificial offering. The glory of Harlaheim hangs by a thread. Chazzrynn is moments from war between King and Prince. Lord Cristoff takes his exile west in divine guidance, his Queen, Bishop, and Knights in tow, with ten thousand refugees. All eyes and hearts now seek out Shinayne T'Sarrin, Saberrak Agrannar the Gray, Gwenneth Lazlette, James Andellis, and Azenairk Thalanaxe...yet where they have gone is a place beyond the storm...