The Onyx Gloom
Out along the waterside, there are a few islands joined by simple silvery stone bridges adorned with smooth jet black stones glimmering back, almost like eyes. The farthest island has a tall lighthouse set upon it. This is the Cemetery district.
Not many people travel on these roads, and even fewer trod them happily. A funeral procession out on one of the small islands bids a loved one goodbye, a man with a mirthless smile sits on a bench reading from an ancient, weathered tome with a sandwich in hand. Many ravens roost here in the trees and upon the massive mausoleums and ossuaries.
Four small islands make up the whole of the cemetery district: The Cays of Waste, Watch, Wither, and Whisper.
Not many people travel on these roads, and even fewer trod them happily. A funeral procession out on one of the small islands bids a loved one goodbye, a man with a mirthless smile sits on a bench reading from an ancient, weathered tome with a sandwich in hand. Many ravens roost here in the trees and upon the massive mausoleums and ossuaries.
Four small islands make up the whole of the cemetery district: The Cays of Waste, Watch, Wither, and Whisper.
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