The Darkest Gate - Vale of Pnath

Under the darkness of an unborn sun her curses echo

Thought to be of nightmares, her form is that of smoke

Whispering in and out of our dreams

She’s found us through the darkest gate

The figure lurking beyond your gaze

The sensation of a wandering phantom

The sacrificial dagger thrust

Wander not towards the screams

An evil only Satan can fathom

Walking neath the stars.

A trail of blood at her feet.

Unseen by eyes in this

realm

A stench of waste ‘round this gate.

A passage to the void

The absence of light weighs down upon you.

The darkness itself carries a

demonic touch.

It is not until true terror sets in that you hear her

incantation

«Arise.

My son.

With the forest you will grow.

With blood.

With bone.

With this sacrifice you’ll be whole.»

Mist that smells of rotten flesh carries a curse throughout the skies.

The scent fuses with your memory and rots your mind

Crawling under her spell.

Your movement hindered by rot

Lie down and join the worms

A trail of blood at her feet.

Unseen by eyes in this realm.

A stench of waste

around this gate

A passage to the void