Gates to hell / Gorge of petrified gods
“Hey, check this out. If you would stand right next to this stone, I couldn't tell you two apart!”
“This looks like the fucking head of a demon”
“Yeah, that’s the point” “ Ah, shut up, Barry. If you want to joke, you should have become a bard, not a courier”
Just for a second, the silence is broken by the echo of their voices, but it returns twice as heavy, just interrupted by the clattering of the hooves and the rumbling of their cart.
The two figures just made their way past a series of stones, which seem to stare down on them from the top of the gorge with devil-like faces, as the wind picks up and adds a gentle whisper to the soundscape.
“I hate it, when it does that” “Stop talking, like the valley is alive, it's just the wind, and you know it” “Uh are you scared, Gorgie” “Yeah, of course, I’m scared barry. This is one of the worst places in the world. You can basically hear the demons get ready to catch you. And if you call me Georgie again, they’ll be the smallest of your problems” “Calm down, I told you, reading is not good for you. It is an absolutely safe shortcut. Nothing ever happened to the people crossing!” “...yet.” “Well now you cursed it!” After they lightened the lanterns of the cart, Barry says “You’ll take the first shift.” “Alright”
Barry goes to back of the wagon to get some rest, while George takes control of the horses. While riding he notices the intense smell of sulfur and for a second, his vision blurs. He shakes his head: “Stay focused, George. You really don't want a crash down here.” Suddenly he notices a fast movement to right side of the cart and stops to listen. No sound. The light flickers on stones to right and left and creates shadows, making them seem alife. The longer he watches, the more faces appear on the surface. They grin down on him and a quiet muttering joins the whispers of the stones. Suddenly one of the faces blinks at edge of his vision. He’s startled and makes himself small, as the murmurs get louder and louder and more and more shadows appear around him. The whispers becoming deafeningly loud.
One if the horses snorts and the noices get quieter, as George snaps back to reality. The shadows are flickering in the light of the lantern, while Barry is gently muttering in his sleep. He turns back to the front of the cart. Shakes his head again, and let the horses continue on their way. “Cursed place!”
The two figures just made their way past a series of stones, which seem to stare down on them from the top of the gorge with devil-like faces, as the wind picks up and adds a gentle whisper to the soundscape.
“I hate it, when it does that” “Stop talking, like the valley is alive, it's just the wind, and you know it” “Uh are you scared, Gorgie” “Yeah, of course, I’m scared barry. This is one of the worst places in the world. You can basically hear the demons get ready to catch you. And if you call me Georgie again, they’ll be the smallest of your problems” “Calm down, I told you, reading is not good for you. It is an absolutely safe shortcut. Nothing ever happened to the people crossing!” “...yet.” “Well now you cursed it!” After they lightened the lanterns of the cart, Barry says “You’ll take the first shift.” “Alright”
Barry goes to back of the wagon to get some rest, while George takes control of the horses. While riding he notices the intense smell of sulfur and for a second, his vision blurs. He shakes his head: “Stay focused, George. You really don't want a crash down here.” Suddenly he notices a fast movement to right side of the cart and stops to listen. No sound. The light flickers on stones to right and left and creates shadows, making them seem alife. The longer he watches, the more faces appear on the surface. They grin down on him and a quiet muttering joins the whispers of the stones. Suddenly one of the faces blinks at edge of his vision. He’s startled and makes himself small, as the murmurs get louder and louder and more and more shadows appear around him. The whispers becoming deafeningly loud.
One if the horses snorts and the noices get quieter, as George snaps back to reality. The shadows are flickering in the light of the lantern, while Barry is gently muttering in his sleep. He turns back to the front of the cart. Shakes his head again, and let the horses continue on their way. “Cursed place!”
In the valley of petrified gods in the north-west part of Ideun passers of the narrow gorge hear loud whispers from the walls. If the eyes wander toward the origin of these whispers which are the rocky walls they can see big devilishly grimaces looking back. From the ground unnatural heat ascend and it smells sulfuric. Sometimes this sulfuric smell gets stronger and the walls emit a yellowish smoke. From the egde of the gorge people seen imp-like shadows in this smoke. A few gross laughs echos through the groge like part of an unsacred ritual. Thus the gorge is avoided by locals and they gave it the name gate to hell or petrified gods.
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