death magic

Stones that gather to scattered lives spent and ended, Markers to lives lost and not remembered, Not of knight or squire placed within the foundation of grief, Built by depth of duteous thought of one solemn Shallows, Who hearing the distant call of drifting malcontented departed, Without...

The first night, Abalon, ossified of skin and wreathed with moss, did prepare the ground with burning sage and charged stones of morbid energies, glittering amber under muted starlight as deeds were provided in slow reverence. Smoke twisted and spiraled in wild abandon to the winds that carried...