TyreForHyre

just a shot i found really provoking in Northern Journey's Sourwood. a hostile place marked by the ground itself seeming to rot under water that trickles down into it's many stagnant ponds. gigantic ticks rest in the trees by the dozens ever vigilant for their next meal, massive colonies of cellar spiders will swarm those to find their way to their hunting grounds, and the rusted and creaking water driven elevators stand sturdy at impossible heights. it's said the witches make their home here and eagerly await to strike against those foolish enough to trespass their decaying home.