It is with weary steps that men trudge, pushing themselves forward through life, experiencing, loving and suffering. Brother Tall was one such man, forced to travel a journey opposite to his fate, slowly breaking beneath it as he carried a burden and duty that was not his own. One that had been so deeply embedded into him.What could he do in a world where the call of mortality was the least of people's fears? A world where all manner of creatures and evil stirred, leaving trails of blood and slaughter in their wake whilst swearing to profane gods in crooked tongue. Did the gods listen to the calls of the thousands or were they too devout in their own survival?Follow Brother Tall as he is forced to confront his past that was buried as he journeys on, cursed to fulfil the duty he never asked for. Can one man triumph against the sins of the world? Against the host of evil that seeks to wrap around it and break it.Will Brother Tall be able to survive against the Host of sin? Was it all really so simple?Could one man really bare such weight without consequence?(Cloth of Man: Volume One: A Brother's Duty) A brothers duty is that of family, to care for his loved ones and shelter them as needed. What happens when this duty is subverted, corrupted to fill one man's greed and desire. Who will rectify this Sin? Who will lay to rest the angry spirits that come calling.(Cloth of Man: Volume Two: A Tongue'd Tale)The capital City of Daunt stands tall and proud, it's spires strong and foundations sturdy. It is the rain that worked away at the City, ever present it fell, following in the footsteps of Sigurn Silver Tongued who merely wanted to tell a story, a story that could topple Kingdoms and change the world. But Sigurn's footsteps were shadowed by those larger than his, ones with more important tales to be told, ones that Sigurn had the misfortune of meeting. It wasn't something any mortal wished to meet.