A Tale Told By A Bard

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Title: A Tale Told by a Bard

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The sun begins to rise over the over rain-swept horizon. A continuous storm has ravaged the region for days, damaging crops, upsetting the cattle, and the towns people begin to return to their rather mundane lives and to their insignificant daily routines.

Yet, throughout the storm the meeting halls of the small hamlet were full of talk of a sinister evil inhabiting the countryside. An evil that lay hidden within a dark citadel. The talk was of an ancient lich who once stole away the children of a mortal family and sacrificed them to protect a dark artifact he hid away.

They were just superstitious townsfolk until they gathered together with pitchforks, crude spears, and hand axes. Once and for all these ignorant and malfeasant children were to destroy all with which they attributed their plagues.

The mob stormed through their flatten fields. Through the over grown forests and finally jutting out of the overgrowth of the virile woods was a small obsidian tower. They hastily batted down the doors charging in.

A noxious mix innards and offal over took their senses. The interior of the small building was alive. Intestines were braided along the walls while flayed flesh hung down as draperies. Organs pulsed with a cruel vivacity- hearts, lungs, livers- all poured their vital fluids onto the cobblestone floor.

The mob was petrified and lost their impulsive nature. They slowly began to back out of the tower with hushed gasps.

A crushed face of a small child revealed itself within the wall and spoke in a singing manner.

"Behold the wrath of the Ebon Skull. We children are damned."

The face let out an infantile giggle.

"Spare you own children. Run away. Never again speak of the Ebon Skull, Azalin, nor a place far worse than this... Golgotha: Tower of the Skulls..."

The mob dropped their weapons where they stood fleeing in panic. A hollow laughter from the face and the rush of the mob overtook the usual serene sounds of the forest...

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