The Macabre Is Close At Hand.

[robby]

In the morning mist, I come upon a strange ruin, a ghostly remnant of another age, perhaps the blasted remains of a portal to other dimensions, where shambling horrors still abide.



My only clue is this strange staff, lying nearby in the rubble, which I am loathe to touch.

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[fablulu.livejournal.com]

Actually. That is really pretty scary.