Blacker Than - Vale of Pnath

Atop gleaming stone pillars, sanguine refractions of light

Crimson wound skies caress the jagged earth

And the wind beckons me

A darker landscape shrouds my mind, calling me closer

The dreamscape defies time, a distant rumor

A land forgotten

History is this place

Wretched visions beset tortured thoughts

Towards the blackened fog I wander

With my last glance I wield a smirk

The voice fades, as does the sun

Into the dreamscapes unknown

Following shadows and visions that I’ve been shown

History is this place

Wretched visions beset tortured thoughts

Towards the blackened fog

Caverns of moss in the distance

Shrieks echo and distort movement of shadows

All the ever present inhabitants gather, like ash to flame

Leading me closer to what I desire

Greeted with purrs of remorse and endless gloom

A faction long lost and sheltered by vines

A ritual in place, stone stacked side by side