Falconbeard
Caves of Old
“As she approached the temple, the brave knight felt an unearthly cold crawl down her spine, spreading across her chain mail like a disease
Before her was a monument of evil, a chapel seemingly older than time itself. So much so, that it appeared as though the rock and stone had grown around the hellish shrine
She looked to the heavens for guidance, a prayer for strength and hope. But her words fell on deaf ears, for not even God himself dared enter these caves…”
My entry to the Subterranean category of the Summer Joust 2022
Caves of Old
“As she approached the temple, the brave knight felt an unearthly cold crawl down her spine, spreading across her chain mail like a disease
Before her was a monument of evil, a chapel seemingly older than time itself. So much so, that it appeared as though the rock and stone had grown around the hellish shrine
She looked to the heavens for guidance, a prayer for strength and hope. But her words fell on deaf ears, for not even God himself dared enter these caves…”
My entry to the Subterranean category of the Summer Joust 2022