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.


Vanadorn said...

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.

ScrivenerB said...

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