(OOC: Time to kick off my second serious plot D<;;)
[area]Come demons of fire and darkness. Drive away the Shadows.
Come spirits of air and light. Shield me from the Dark Will.
-Book of Tyr::Anonymous-[/area]
[area]Come demons of fire and darkness. Drive away the Shadows.
Come spirits of air and light. Shield me from the Dark Will.
-Book of Tyr::Anonymous-[/area]
The strange ruins in the middle of the desert was a sore sight for the few natives who lived in the wasteland. It was not unlike Lambastia's Grand Cathedral...which gave the desert dwellers even more reasons to avoid it. Rumors spread around the campfires of those natives of evil things lurking in there. Tales of demons and evil deities residing in the ruins had made it a taboo place for them to step in.
The ruins themselves resembled an ancient palace, an old fragment of the past. The shattered windows, which must have been covered with once beautiful stained glass, were constantly battered by the whirling sand. The interior wasn't any better off. The crumbling ceiling had sent huge debris crashing into the stone floor that was half-covered with ancient sand. The very sound of that sharp crack that sounded when another part of the ceiling broke off convinced any native that evil forces were at work in there.
The natives dubbed the place as 'Malath'...Living Hell on Evelon, in their language.
One could look at the ruins and laugh at the 'stupid superstition'. But...there was always something odd about that place...something that seemed to make those worn stones cast an eerie aura around itself. Strange sounds were heard at certain times of the night from Malath...blood-chilling, unearthly sounds...