5/1/2023 0 Comments Jb younow flash![]() ![]() ![]() “Are you now.” A soft red smile, and fangs. Long, slender limbs, a graceful curving neck, and flowing crimson hair: a woman-shape, blue-clad, with shining cat-green eyes. The light rose above the altar, taking shape. The great bell tolled again, three times. Then, down at the foot of the altar, a strange red light began to glow. Variol strode in aimless loops, whispering bits of ballads forgotten by this weary generation. The bard slapped the birch-flute that swung at his hip, but he didn’t draw it yet. ![]() Below, in the pews, the spiders held court above, in the creaking rafters, ravens dozed. Variol of Babblebrook paced the sagging choir loft in the shadows of a single candle. The moon, nearly full, lit only the roofs of the high cold thunderclouds. Only the dead kept council here, but the misspent magic of some long-dead cleric lingered in the bell tower, and two deep slow bongs tolled the hour. Beyond the tumbled gravestones, all paths were lost in forest hills. On the outskirts of Rooksnest, in the rainy land of Hylomoria, a ruined church of Gordash stood alone. ![]()
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