Upon arriving at the lonely shores, witnesses observe a thick forest, teeming with life and nature. A parting in the trees reveals a crooked path leading in, with the occasional glimpses of carved stone fragments, moss covered; remains of a civilization lost eons ago.
What was left of the path ends in a wide clearing, where a few faint rays peek through a thick leafed ceiling down on overgrown rubble. At the far end, a great gate of carved stone blocks the travel of would-be explorers, wrapped in aging iron chains with thick links. At either side of the gate, the light blue twinkle of a powerful magic barrier forms the final part of this closed off area, leaving no other entrance.
Finally, just before this gate lies its sentinel, the nameless, accursed creature, bound by dark contract to serve as guardian. The air is still about the clearing, and no sound penetrates it, as though there is no natural force fit to disturb the sentinel’s rest, still as the grave in waiting. One may think the tranquility to be a hint of peace, but this is disturbed soon as a witness arrives here.
A whisper spikes up in the mind, followed by another, as though ghosts of tortured pasts were brought suddenly back into action. This endured, a visitor may well reach further towards this creature, and bear witness to tattered armor and a sharp face, with points for ears and a warped structure. It is then that a pure sound is heard, that penetrates the head and cannot be muffled nor silenced. A constant buzzing drone, eclipsing the whispers and threatening to drive mad the victim.
Withstanding even this, the sentinel shall now begin to animate, a grip of a petrified stone hand tightening around a cruel, chain wrapped hammer. A hand of claws, fit for a monster besets his other limb, and the head turns to show a closed eyelid, scars of a claw mark crossed over it. The buzzing and the whispers grow louder, till the visitor begs for silence, and the din becomes words, the piercing glare of a deep blue eye asserting this to be the cause of sentinel.
“Thou’rt lost, traveler, thy path liest elsewhere. This gateway shalt bearest witness to no life till time’s end. Thy will thou shouldst consider with care; the attention of guardians hath temporal restriction to their patience.”
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This may very well be the best image I've ever commissioned, it's for a new character of mine.
Only possible with the help of the artist,
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