stasisdelirium

Felwroth Places - Galcaerrow Mine

Added 2017-12-08 14:00:01 +0000 UTC

The wake of Whiterook's ruin rippled far, far into the interior of the Aegencald. Fertile lands became twisted mockeries of broken-stemmed wheat fields riddled with Scythe-men, the metal harvest golems, now rusting in place where they last worked.

When the rampant wake hit the Galcaerrow Mine the humans and dwarves abroad and in its depths pondered the event as an earthquake, but the trees seemed to whisper long howls and groan in a sky that was becoming deeper, more tenebrous and ominous.

The workers went below to weather whatever storm was thundering toward them. As the world seemed to draw ragged breaths above, they waited in pale lights of lanterns and the unwavering glow of magic luminescence set in paces along the walls. Nervous breaths were followed by thready strains of song by those hoping to distract themselves from from the great crack of something in the dark.

Deep in the dark.

A misery started to rise from the great throat of the Galcaerrow, the lattice of rope bridges shuddered, and dust started to swirl, Song turned to weeping. Weeping turned to screams.

The Galcaerrow was forgotten for long years beyond the Whiterook Disaster, for not a soul left it's depths. Not alive, anyway.

-Note: This is the upper level of the Galcaerrow Mines. I've still been getting into mapping as a side-project just for fun. It'll be coloured at a future date, I'm sure. But I like the aesthetic of the black and white as well. It seems to fit my fussiness for details well, as I get to draw tiny rocks and twigs, or an overturned mine-cart here and there.

Full sized image attached.

-T.J.