A #moonlit night was the perfect time for her ritual. She sat alone in the grove. Fruit and flowers lay on the altar, the ritual knife and a pitcher of pure water between them.
She needed guidance from the Goddess, now more than ever.
The pantheon was #broken and their power now useless. Both gods and #demigods became mortal. Injuries did not heal, food and thirst were unfamiliar sensations. They could die at any moment.
It was a sobering experience. For the first time, panic set in.
She noticed the house staff's costumes. The exquisite detail, the makeup, hair, clothing...they were perfect.
The butler's grey face resembled an #undead ghoul. It was almost uncanny. She shivered despite herself. They were almost TOO perfect. It was all in fun...wasn't it?
They say this graveyard is home to so many #restlessbones they wander the grounds at night but not to frighten anyone they want to talk to whomever is willing to listen.
I could have all the prompts prepared & ready to deploy Instead I'm here, no time is left & let's just say oh boy If I had planned to be the host just a day in advance I'd do this at my #leisure, even do a li'l dance
They become the unsuspecting #bait but the means justify the ends if an evildoer can be caught in the act sometimes collateral damage cannot be avoided at least that is what the righteous tell themselves.
#Ascending the stairs up the long dark tower stone step #spirals clockwise on and on all you hear are your boots lose all sense of time your legs grow tired are we there yet? perhaps if you rest here for a little bit you can keep going but the destination seems so far away.
#Ashenblade, the famous greatsword of the realm, had been missing for generations. The last great king held it as he rode to his last battle. No one knew where it was or what had become of it. As peace spread, it passed into myth.
Until a certain rusted sword turned up in my pawnshop.
