Post by willemf on Nov 17, 2022 21:58:10 GMT
There is a hill on the edge of the Angelbark forest, a few hours walk Northeast of Fort Ettin. A lone sign hangs that reads in shaky hand: "Hart's Hill"
Around the sign is a field of white flowers, spreading over the burnt ruins of a farmhouse. Their buds start orange, turning red as they grow and slowly turning soot black as the flowers begin to blossom. But once they have fully bloomed they become fields of white flowers that meet the light of the sun and cover Hart's Hill with peaceful calm. at the centre of the fields where the flowers grow densest is a rusted old axehead, turned black with fire and soot, almost impossible to see in the dense flowers.
A small square of stones outlines a hole in the ground that used to be the entrance to a cellar, now collapsed and lost to time.
Nothing remains at Hart's hill but flowers and grass, upon which sheep occasionally graze as they pass.
Around the sign is a field of white flowers, spreading over the burnt ruins of a farmhouse. Their buds start orange, turning red as they grow and slowly turning soot black as the flowers begin to blossom. But once they have fully bloomed they become fields of white flowers that meet the light of the sun and cover Hart's Hill with peaceful calm. at the centre of the fields where the flowers grow densest is a rusted old axehead, turned black with fire and soot, almost impossible to see in the dense flowers.
A small square of stones outlines a hole in the ground that used to be the entrance to a cellar, now collapsed and lost to time.
Nothing remains at Hart's hill but flowers and grass, upon which sheep occasionally graze as they pass.