Beilnoth
Buried deep in the dirt there sits an ancient, crumbling crypt, infinite walls lined with infinite coffins. Cracked and yellowed bones lay scattered across the floor, cobwebs clinging to splinters, husks coated in grime. Life has not touched this place in millennia. Perhaps it never has.
But now, movement clicks through corners. Cobwebs stretch thin and tear apart as bones skitter across the stone floor, coalescing towards the center. They twist and clack, upwards, outwards, and slowly the skeletal outline of a massive dragon takes form. It is off, even for what it is, for these bones do not fit quite right: there are gaps, cracks, grafted bones borrowed from other species.
The skeletal jaw cannot widen its perpetual grin, but you taste its twisted pleasure. How foolish you must be - or how desperate - to come here to its haven. The dragon's talons curl in delight. A rasping voice echoes through the silent crypt:
"How delightful to have visitors. I do hope you'll stay awhile."
Divine Domains
Death
Associated with: Murder, Massacre, Suicide
Physical Description
General Physical Condition
- scattered bones; pulls themselves together "for company"
- echo-y everywhere voice
