Curse

Sarrow · Aug 31, 2005, 07:01 PM // 19:01

The room announced was not that of heaven, not of light or un-dieing majesty that most Orrian Temples were given. This one represented that of broken hope, and undead legion. The once great windows were smashed and broken and the holy archives were burned and looted by human greed. THe building was boxed in as it was meant for no entry.. and a fine layer of dust and old webs cluttered the dead statues, the floor, and throughout every corner and point. Shadows and broken bodies were the only residents of this temple and this place soon became a unexpected home.

A whirling sand struck stone and rock as the desert's sand storm showed no sign of letting up. The dust was as thick as blinding fog as only a giant structure was the only visible sight. The building was a tall tower that stretched up into the sky like a ghostly Figure that overwatched the desert. The building had been stripped of its glory that it had been given those many years ago.

The building was but a skeleton of its sole design. The once smoothed out walls were now blackened and charred. Broken altars lay broken and only frags and chips of the orginal building lay on the black sooted ground. Within that building lay a smashed well containing the remnents of a Statue of Dwayna, the only piece of her was the head which had a crack through it's eye... giving proof that the Exodus had weeped for its citizens.

Scratches and scraps of iron engraved the walls throughout the wooden fortress. Skeletons in broken armor were brutally grouped and speared into corners. A great hall that once housed great paintings of noble heroes and warlords now were burned and mutilated. The great dwarven words of trust and service now lay crippled and dead on this hollow ground.

The trees rocked at the slight touch of the warm breeze, a single droplet of water slid of its leaf home and with silence hit the roof of a ancient hut. in the hut lay a little haven of Maguuma water and ancient herbs. Lost engravings and fine floors were now covered with vines and fallen leaves. For not even the animals cross this place as they know the druids would not wish it.

For when Nature Rebels, Renewal is at hand.