DunkelheitNear the border of Glenmore, BlackwoodDunkelheit by byrch
Autumn, Year 759 of the New Age
Everything went silent. It was eerie, this strange silence, so oppressing and heavy. His own heart seemed to try and hammer out it’s sound, but it to was subdued by the oppressive silence, meekly sounding like a small twitter. The world seemed, strange, a dream like world. So many shadows in strange places, bright orange lights flittering about, with streaks of black oozing down from somewhere above.
It was a strange place. Could it be where Uir dwells?
Brynmore wondered this, as he seemed to float through the strange world. His legs were bent in unnatural angles, but it didn’t hurt strangely. What looked like long blades of grass he tried to nibble on as he passed turned to writhing snakes that nipped at his nose. Futilely, he tried to kick out at them, but the strange force holding him up and moving him had him away before he could g