Heraclix & pomp

Before being sewn-together, Heraclix was deadmerely a pile of mismatched pieces, collected from the corpses of many troubled men. And Pomp was immortalat least, so she thought. That was before her impossible near-murder at the hands of the necromancer, Heraclix's creator. But when playing God, even the smallest error is a gargantuan weakness. When the necromancer makes his, Heraclix and Pomp begin...

Before being sewn-together, Heraclix was deadmerely a pile of mismatched pieces, collected from the corpses of many troubled men. And Pomp was immortalat least, so she thought. That was before her impossible near-murder at the hands of the necromancer, Heraclix's creator. But when playing God, even the smallest error is a gargantuan weakness. When the necromancer makes his, Heraclix and Pomp begin...

Before being sewn-together, Heraclix was deadmerely a pile of mismatched pieces, collected from the corpses of many troubled men. And Pomp was immortalat least, so she thought. That was before her impossible near-murder at the hands of the necromancer, Heraclix's creator. But when playing God, even the smallest error is a gargantuan weakness. When the necromancer makes his, Heraclix and Pomp begin...

Before being sewn-together, Heraclix was deadmerely a pile of mismatched pieces, collected from the corpses of many troubled men. And Pomp was immortalat least, so she thought. That was before her impossible near-murder at the hands of the necromancer, Heraclix's creator. But when playing God, even the smallest error is a gargantuan weakness. When the necromancer makes his, Heraclix and Pomp begin...

Before being sewn-together, Heraclix was deadmerely a pile of mismatched pieces, collected from the corpses of many troubled men. And Pomp was immortalat least, so she thought. That was before her impossible near-murder at the hands of the necromancer, Heraclix's creator. But when playing God, even the smallest error is a gargantuan weakness. When the necromancer makes his, Heraclix and Pomp begin...

Before being sewn-together, Heraclix was deadmerely a pile of mismatched pieces, collected from the corpses of many troubled men. And Pomp was immortalat least, so she thought. That was before her impossible near-murder at the hands of the necromancer, Heraclix's creator. But when playing God, even the smallest error is a gargantuan weakness. When the necromancer makes his, Heraclix and Pomp begin...

Before being sewn-together, Heraclix was deadmerely a pile of mismatched pieces, collected from the corpses of many troubled men. And Pomp was immortalat least, so she thought. That was before her impossible near-murder at the hands of the necromancer, Heraclix's creator. But when playing God, even the smallest error is a gargantuan weakness. When the necromancer makes his, Heraclix and Pomp begin...