November 15th, 2880
Erebonia, Pāvilosta
19:42 PM
The wind howled across the flats of northern Erebonia, sea salted wind carrying across vast distances but ever since last week they beat against something beyond the trees which lined the area. Now, nested deep in the woodlands but towering far above it stood a structure of stone. Ancient brickwork, grandiose and formidable now weathered the seaside breeze which breathed life into the lands of the Nortian province.
Despite the strangeness of the structure the locals stayed far away from it, be they scared, uncaring or knowing better it mattered not for today it would be disturbed all the same. Word had traveled near and far about these strange shrines appearing across the Erebonian nation and some had begun seeking them out, be it for profit or curiosity it mattered little. If people had returned alive from them they were not sharing the secrets of how to escape with one's life.
This place however- this place was different even from its peers. For no other shrine held that same promise on approach, the resounding power emanating from the structure. Like the breeze it breathed back, each exhale of its strength flowing against the wind and letting its presence be felt upon approach. Hairs standing up, a heartbeat rising, like a final warning before one dared enter the vicinity of whatever lay here.
Was it boast? Bluster? A tactic to cause some to turn away from great treasure by playing into the part of their mind wired to the ape from which they came?
It was uncertain, but perhaps instead. This was a test, for who would have the will to even stand before the grand doors of foreign rock, a large wheel like structure resting at its top as the stonework split down into a door kept closed.
Its inside was much less grandiose than its outside from an initial overview, rubble lay across a simple path spiraling down into the darkness. But in return the presence of the power was felt much clearer. The interior itself seemed to flow with magical energies, elements not circulating in the outside world could be felt here by those spiritually attuned to their presence. This place, where it had come from and what it contained felt forbidden, like a long sealed temple for a distant god.
Yet- who was it that dared enter sacred ground?
Hero? Villain?
Man? Monster?
Saint? Sinner?
And would these questions matter?
Erebonia, Pāvilosta
19:42 PM
The wind howled across the flats of northern Erebonia, sea salted wind carrying across vast distances but ever since last week they beat against something beyond the trees which lined the area. Now, nested deep in the woodlands but towering far above it stood a structure of stone. Ancient brickwork, grandiose and formidable now weathered the seaside breeze which breathed life into the lands of the Nortian province.
Despite the strangeness of the structure the locals stayed far away from it, be they scared, uncaring or knowing better it mattered not for today it would be disturbed all the same. Word had traveled near and far about these strange shrines appearing across the Erebonian nation and some had begun seeking them out, be it for profit or curiosity it mattered little. If people had returned alive from them they were not sharing the secrets of how to escape with one's life.
This place however- this place was different even from its peers. For no other shrine held that same promise on approach, the resounding power emanating from the structure. Like the breeze it breathed back, each exhale of its strength flowing against the wind and letting its presence be felt upon approach. Hairs standing up, a heartbeat rising, like a final warning before one dared enter the vicinity of whatever lay here.
Was it boast? Bluster? A tactic to cause some to turn away from great treasure by playing into the part of their mind wired to the ape from which they came?
It was uncertain, but perhaps instead. This was a test, for who would have the will to even stand before the grand doors of foreign rock, a large wheel like structure resting at its top as the stonework split down into a door kept closed.
Its inside was much less grandiose than its outside from an initial overview, rubble lay across a simple path spiraling down into the darkness. But in return the presence of the power was felt much clearer. The interior itself seemed to flow with magical energies, elements not circulating in the outside world could be felt here by those spiritually attuned to their presence. This place, where it had come from and what it contained felt forbidden, like a long sealed temple for a distant god.
Yet- who was it that dared enter sacred ground?
Hero? Villain?
Man? Monster?
Saint? Sinner?
And would these questions matter?