Lore

Hastily Carved Runes

Something carved into the nearby stone catches your eye. At the base of an otherwise nondescript rock formation, several crude human head sculptures are toppled over. A series of runes scattered across the surface are familiar to you. They read, Creda weighs the levy. Scade swings her axe. SCADE SWINGS HER AXE. Watch their heads fall. Do you hear their whispers? A faint wind carries a trickling of rock up from the abyss mere feet from where you stand. You can’t help but shiver.