Rubble Fields

Exit the throne room towards the south and you’ll soon find yourself wandering through treacherous terrain. Marble pillars that once supported more than just the sky rise up around you, slabs of stone that once made a roof in pieces at their feet. Venture West and you’ll find a myriad of stone structures that paint a vague picture of the city that once was. Enter these buildings and you’ll find that time has taken anything of use to you away, leaving only rotting furniture and stone statues of common folk scattered throughout, placed in such a way that suggests what day to day life may have been like in this strange and empty kingdom. You’ll pass through an empty market square and a small field of gravestones, tilting back towards the earth with age. Venture East and you’ll find yourself amongst the broken rubble of what must once have been a training yard surrounded by the base of what was an outer wall. The forest has been more aggressive in its efforts to take this area back, trees shoot through rubble, their branches protect staircases that suddenly end from the elements. There are more statues here, these ones less intact, their expressions grim, or twisted with pain. Broken, rusted weapons stick out of the earth here and there and instinct whispers, “Perhaps it is not so smart to linger here.”