Thread:Crowsoul50/@comment-33229352-20190909034609

It was well past sunset. The moon was full and high, casting a bright light on the rolling hills of the vast grasslands. Even though it was so late, there were people about. Some travelled in groups, on foot or on horseback, while others moved through the tall grass alone. Despite their different modes of transportation, they were all travelling the same direction-- a large, fortlike structure that rose above the plains, like a monolith drawing worshippers.

Nearer to the fortress, the amount of people grew. There was a large crowd gathered outside the gated entrance, plenty big enough for a person or two to blend in unnoticed. Guards were posted there, armed with bows and blades. Still more prowled the intimidating stone walls surrounding the encampment, keeping a watchful eye on everything. There were also mortals in some kind of uniform gathering what looked like tickets from the people waiting in line. The scene was far from quiet. The overall mood of the gathered mortals was jovial, and the air smelled faintly of alchohol. Money was quickly shifting hands, as well-- some kind of gambling was taking place, no doubt.

((Fun fact all this madness is from me taking inspiration from one(1) song at 3 in the morning one day asdfghj)) 