A lone figure shuffled through the graveyard, her body concealed almost entirely but what seemed to be fur. Several wooden masks hung from her, dangling with each movement. She had come here in search of someone: a single living soul amidst those cursed with undeath. (talesofruneterra)
Clock. Clock. Clock. Clock. Clock... The sound of hollow wood beating against hollow wood echoed throughout the outside of the monastery. Yorick was calm, for the moment. He had taken care of the place a little, had worked to make his moments on this cursed place once again a bit more livable when he heard that sound
Clock. Clock. Clock. It seemed to come closer and closer to him and as he turned there was... hollowness in the air. It was before he could look or feel or hear anything else that it seemed like a hole in the world had opened. Not like there was a gash but as if he had stepped near what used to be a well for something.
As Yorick's perception shifted there was something in front of him. Something he could not describe at first. A wooden mask staring down at him, cold blue light shining from the eyes. For some reason Yorick had the immense urge to fall on his knees in front of it.
@talesofruneterra
