Black Aria

Devil Dreams

The battle weary heroes then left the quarters of the hobgoblin luftenant, and camped in the above ground in the ruins of the Shadow Keep, for it was as secure a place as might be found.

Dreams during that rest were deep and dark, full wells of gore and horned debauch. Perhaps a spell was cast that night and floated in the dungeon waft, for none woke in those dark watches though all in the slumbering party remembered some strange commonality of sound and vision.

Amidst the blood soaked ‘mares there was a chill, a clanking, a whispered sob, a lowing, a bovine bellow, a far off scream….



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