Five-Minute fiction - 22:45-22:50
The ancient peoples called it the Arch of the Infinite, and little is known about its origins. The stone ring is worn, the edges chipped and cracked with age and travel, but the stone itself is not fragile.
How it came to be possessed by the Enemy is unknown, but the legends speak of a quest, and of noble heroes led astray in their duties. These thoughts, however, are mere speculation. Stories told to children to lock them to the path of righteousness. There is surely little truth in them.
It is not the stone of the arch that is intriguing. It is the thick, viscous fluid that fills the arch, and yet never overflows. It seems to pulse and to undulate with its own power and has been known to show sickening sights to whomsoever gazes upon its surface for too long.
The ancient peoples called it the Arch of the Infinite, and little is known about its origins. The stone ring is worn, the edges chipped and cracked with age and travel, but the stone itself is not fragile.
How it came to be possessed by the Enemy is unknown, but the legends speak of a quest, and of noble heroes led astray in their duties. These thoughts, however, are mere speculation. Stories told to children to lock them to the path of righteousness. There is surely little truth in them.
It is not the stone of the arch that is intriguing. It is the thick, viscous fluid that fills the arch, and yet never overflows. It seems to pulse and to undulate with its own power and has been known to show sickening sights to whomsoever gazes upon its surface for too long.