Round 113

The stormy sky above Gravehill seemed to mirror the turmoil brewing within the market district's common room. The air was heavy with anticipation, the only sound the creaking of old wooden beams and the distant rumble of thunder. Gravedigger Renn huddled in the corner, his eyes darting between the patrons as if searching for an escape route.

Sister Hale stood beside her prepared ritual space, her silver holy symbol glinting in the dim light. She felt the ground pulse under her feet like a living heartbeat, accelerating towards violence with each passing moment. The runes on the wall flashed faster now, their light casting frantic shadows across Silra's tense face as she stood guard near the cellar door.

Gravedigger Renn had curled into himself against the far wall, his breathing ragged and terror-smell thick enough to taste. Sister Hale activated partial protection around her ritual space, a silver dust pattern weaving intricate lines of defense. "We must proceed with caution," she said, her voice measured and deliberate. The air shifted, pressure building before an explosion or a collapse. The ground pulsed underfoot like br...