Practical Adventure Run 005

In the desolate landscape of Gravehill, a crumbling asphalt road stretches out before Jeane, Silra, and Sister Hale, shrouded in an ominous storm cloud that casts long shadows on the ground. The air reeks of ash and smoke, a noxious scent carried on the wind from the ruins of Gravehill.

As they approach the ancient church, its stone walls cracked and overgrown with vines, Jeane steps back from the door, her gaze locked on Sister Hale's face. The cleric's eyes narrow slightly, her expression a mix of concern and determination. The group begins to scout the perimeter, Silra taking point as they move forward, her fingers trailing over weathered stonework searching for hidden mechanisms or weak points.