Jan 24, 2023
The Spellwinder sat, hunched at his makeshift workbench, carving with a frenetic focus.
He'd been there for hours.
The team stood careful watch. Any disruption could break the spell of careful attention being woven, line by line, hammerblow by hammerblow, in magic-bound runes of ancient tradition.
Their time was running short; the subtle, crafty enemy was drawing ever nearer. The isolated hunters had become the isolated prey.
There was no time for rest. The Spellwinder wiped sweat from his brow, adjusted his greenlamp, and toiled on.
(I just discovered the Stoneburner TTRPG, and holy beans the aesthetic is *mwah*)
https://stoneburner.farirpgs.com/
