Tuesday, October 6, 2015

Something stirs…

In the darkness, the dead dream. What was believed held in Death’s firm embrace rouses itself in the night-haunted halls and gloomy chambers deep under the earth. 

It is coming.
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2 comments:

  1. VanadornOctober 6, 2015 at 2:51 PM

    Echoing voices sounding from the eldritch space between the darkened places. Calling calling softly.

    Does it sound like..."s t o n e h e l l" ?

    Does it?

    My mace is gripped tightly in my sweaty palm, my eyes pick through the gloom. I am ready, let it come, if that what it truly is.

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  2. ScrivenerBOctober 6, 2015 at 10:25 PM

    You had me at "night haunted halls". Hooray!

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