The Empire's Hangmen

[femurlord 3751]

 

 

Along the outskirts of Alba’s walls, the sun rests over the past before the Empire. Ruins cook in the sun, and the lush overgrowth spills over, creating a foundation for trees to stand tall. But the wilds’ vibrancy and cherished presence were bitter, and the rubble-filled buildings felt strange to adventure through. Hairs stand on end as you feel eyes upon you from unseen places.. Everything was wrong, and most importantly, it was silent.

 

Flies linger in the air, and decay is on the wind, as trees are found hosting faceless dead through their branches. They blister and bake in the sun, their flayed and tattered skin becoming leather from the heat. Their wounds were primitive, from something significant and wolfish. Their last moments were unspeakable, and in the witching hours of the night, their voices echo out again for help.

 

Something has come, stalking the reaches of the Empire, leaving hangmen suspended in their forests, a primal reminder of its presence.

[lemonke 6014]

"THAT'S MY DAWG!" Uttered a blind brazen knght.