“To a devout Redguard, almost nothing is more repugnant than necromancy - which is why wha
“To a devout Redguard, almost nothing is more repugnant than necromancy - which is why what happened in the place called Bahraha’s Gloom was so long buried.”Amidst the hush of dust and shifting sand, an evil pools and seeps like a mildew stain. Weak light filters through grilles and cracks and the silence, broken only by the skittering of secretive insects, presses in, binding eyes and noses and mouths like aging, grey burial rags. The ceiling soars in intricate arches.Cobwebs garland cool stone pillars and from crumbling doorways, thick once-rich fabrics hang in swags – musty, threadbare now in places and mottled where once wine-red, midnight-blue, and damson.Treasures wink malevolently in the curdled flamelight of ever-lit braziers. Coins dazzle. Urns and pots in turquoise enamels and bronze stretch elegant necks, feet planted in grave-dirt and shattered bone. Carved trunks and chests and caskets, vases and ewers and bottles of delicate sea-green glass, platters and tumblers and goblets, bejewelled bowls and tankards: all squat in golden mountains. Watched over by the dead, and the once-dead, they whisper dark curses. -- source link
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