Temple

Great Desert of Skulls

Voah and Gonyaul woke early the next morning with the first rays of light over the desert and the sound of movement nearby. They had fallen asleep, exhausted of body and mind, feeling safe in the presence of the robed men, for the first time in a long time.

The early morning air was still cooler and looking around at the alien landscape they could not but wonder that the desert stood as the Gods own example on how to do so much with so little, to adapt and overcome in a way that brings life...

The colossal skeleton was now completely visible. They watched as other men in smaller groups walked around its bleached bones, cleaning away at the encroaching sand that everyday threatened to cover these mortal remains forever. Voah in particular noted the reverence in their movements and actions. This was a holy site of some sorts.

She shook her head. Her dreams had been haunted by images of war. Images of a tall man with a dark face and long white hair riding a pale horse into battle. The more she tried to recall the dream, the further it drifted away. She shook the image from her mind's eye.

Gonyaul was the first to see when he was looking back at their precious camp. The fort was viable in the distance, but his eyes caught the sight of rock. Carved rock. An arch almost covered and hidden by the sand not far from their extinguished fire.

An entrance. The man beckoned you to fall him towards it. He signalled that you were to leave your weapons before entering.

Peering at it you saw a ramp leading down at a sharp angle and stone carved steps...