Well here’s a little teaser of a Campaign. Hope I get it done soon enough.

Well here’s a little teaser of a Campaign. Hope I get it done soon enough.

As you steadily rise atop the enormous mound, you remember that pervasive lick of desolation that telltale crimson sky had already given you a few moments back. An eerie waft of cold air that smells of rot dries your mouth when you gasp at the sight of the suffering clouds. Standing in solitude in the middle of the land, a black stone structure punctures the heavens, as the wounded cries in mauve rain and shouts in thunders. Get out it says. Get out – You hear it in your head. But despair and horror become eclipsed by an unnatural curiosity, much more than you’ve ever experienced in your life. Get out— No, you cannot. Your hopeless wandering needs to end. Questions will not be quenched by your shaky icy palms and a body dulled by mortal fear. They will not be quenched by time. Only by discovery will you be put to rest.