Fear Not The Good Dark

[Finlaggan]

'Neath long-lost layers of stone and soil lie tunnels of reek and remorse abound: a cavernous labyrinth, where many things stay old and forgotten.

Dark swallows all things down here, but does not consume them. Sometimes there is warmth found in its embrace.​

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In these tunnels, in a nook tucked by the path, a fire glows: and from this hideaway, ever-plucked notes of a melodious call drift wayward but true. A place to rest, and stay a while, and listen.

So come, children of the Dark already crown'd or ye who hath not been birthed into the shadow quite yet. Come and see.

Remember the old adage.

((Darkness sorcerers rejoice!))