Snippet #2048196

Leaving the band of would-be adventurers voices fading away behind him, Br'nard pushed on deeper into the ruins.
Apparently needing no light or map to guide his way, The Barbarian pressed on and on until eventually the tunnel began to widen out once again.

The cavernous space in which The Warrior now found himself had clearly been a great hall of some description at some point in its past, but now fading mosaics and crumbling pillars were all that remained of its majesty.

As Br'nard's eyes swept the hall, they came to rest upon the large, twisted construction that occupied its centre.

Clearly this was no natural formation, a great, black alter rose from the middle of the chamber, engraved with sinister looking runes;
His brows furrowing, Br'nard approached and glared down at the Demonic construct...

"A pace o' worship..."

He growled to himself, disgusted that anyone would want to pledge allegiance to such vile creatures!

Upon the alter, a small Goblin Imp lay sprawled, its ugly, fanged mouth twisted in silent scream as its guts sprawled across the alter, clearly as part of some hideous, Demonic ritual or other...

"Demons dinnae worship themselves..."

Br'nard grunted, looking about as his hand moved towards his sword hilt...

"This is the work o' Cultists..."

At that moment, a hideous scream went up from the shadows on all sides...!