industrygothica
Adventurer
Mr. Aldershot is confident in his affirmation that the mist is not natural.
Black pools of water stand like dark mirrors in and around the muddy roadway. Giant trees loom on both sides of the road, their branches clawing at the mist. You travel down this lonely road for what must be at least another five hours, until eventually the fog spills out of the forest to swallow up the road behind you. Ahead, jutting from the impenetrable woods on both sides of the road, are high stone buttresses looming grey in the fog. Huge iron gates hand on the stonework. Dew clings with cold tenacity to the rusted bars. Two headless statues of armed guardians flank the gate, their heads now lying among the weeds at their feet. They greet you only with silence.
Black pools of water stand like dark mirrors in and around the muddy roadway. Giant trees loom on both sides of the road, their branches clawing at the mist. You travel down this lonely road for what must be at least another five hours, until eventually the fog spills out of the forest to swallow up the road behind you. Ahead, jutting from the impenetrable woods on both sides of the road, are high stone buttresses looming grey in the fog. Huge iron gates hand on the stonework. Dew clings with cold tenacity to the rusted bars. Two headless statues of armed guardians flank the gate, their heads now lying among the weeds at their feet. They greet you only with silence.
Girri hung back and stared at the statue heads lying in the weeds. She muttered aloud, "Feckless ruin stamped on these lifeless things, the hand that mocked them and the heart that fed on our misery." She shouldered her way forward just a bit closer to read the inscription at the base of one of the statues. "Oi! What is that, there, on the pedestal? 'My name is something-something, King of Kings. Look on my works, Ye Mighty and despair.'" She snorted. "Someone thinks a lot of theirself." [/section]
