The Young Kingdoms


"Elric stared ahead, never sleeping, rarely moving, his white hand tight upon his sword hilt.
Relentlessly, doom -driven, they beat onwards, their oars splashing in unison, their sails bellying taut with a good wind.
Onwards they sailed, towards 'Imrryr the Beautiful', to sailed, to rape and plunder the world's oldest city."
The wrath of the Young Kingdom is here