A heavily contested mountain valley filled with blood and death. While the idea itself is not horribly original, the execution is without a doubt superb. I think it strikes a solid note of darkness and megrim without wandering into Lovecraftian horror. Well done. Go to Comment
Two thumbs up, and wags tail to boot...
A well written piece, evoking the images of battle almost palpably, the atmosphere a stale mortuary air before the storm, anticipating... murrr.
Not a place for a vacation unless you're bored with life. Go to Comment
Perhaps all who venture to the Bleak Vale on the eve of battle are touched by the spirit of the place: Whether the horrors that haunt them are their own or someone else's depends on what happens within the valley.
I would expect that a warrior that drew forth one of the rusted blades of the dead would find the dead eager to refight their final battle, but with new foes in a new body... Those of weak will might find their memories muddled and confused, as the spectre's final thoughts touch their mind. If they are overcome, they might find themselves championing a cause long-dead, remembering only that "the enemy" must be fought to the bitter end... Go to Comment
The Fane of Carnage is not the sort of place where one finds the help needed to ensure survival, but rather the power to unleash Hell upon one's foes. While the blood staining its altar seems fresh, it might actually date back centuries or even millennia. Go to Comment
A supposedly empty desert on the far side of the mountains has started growing. No one knows why. At the center of the desert lies a tall rock outcropping, hundreds of feet tall. Dust storms shroud the outcropping constantly, except for one night a year.