"...fifteen feet up the wall, the mass of roots seems to form an enormous face: bearded and wrinkled, with an ancient, wizened visage. It’s only when you see the roots just beneath it—rising and falling like a mighty chest—that you realize the face isn’t made of roots at all, but framed by them, its dark, gray-blue skin blending with the stone of the wall behind it.
The face’s eyes open, revealing glittering emerald eyes, and an ancient, resonant voice spills forth from its bearded lips. "The Seeker spoke true, then," it rasps. "You have come at last..."
This one was another concept that went through a whole slew of changes - I hope you enjoy where I landed with it. It was tricky balancing out the serene atmosphere that Dragnacarta described with the same horror that infuses the rest of Curse of Stahd: Reloaded, but I think I got there in the end.
Capital Ancestor
2025-08-29 02:31:44 +0000 UTCKat Chesney
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