[Location] The Howling Monkey Monument And Catacombs

[Gossamer]

~*| The Howling Monkey Monument And Catacombs |*~

Description:

In the fringe of The Outlands, nestled up against one of the many granite and limestone buttes lies a carved face of a monkey howling in grief. It's stylized, enormous, and the monkey's gaping screaming mouth allows for entrance into the Catacombs where the Zinn'Sunnese bury their dead. The city has no formal graveyards. They feel, if the dead are not burned, then they are best restful when inhumed in stone quietly amongst themselves... away from the city.

The catacombs are extensive and contain generation upon generation of Zinn'Sunnese. They are open to visitors, and folks exploring them are apt to stumble across numerous things... if they are brave enough to tolerate the smell, the stagnant air, and the wet weeping walls. Rumors even abound of incredibly large feral monkeys that guard the tomb, able to sense the presence of Necromancers and grave robbers, controlled by the very spirits of the bodies they protect.


Goods & Services:

The Citizens of Zinn'Sunn routinely bury their dead here within the cave system that The Howling Monkey Monument opens up into. While there are no 'caretakers' there are routine visitors that upkeep the facility in the form of grieving loved ones.

Factoid:

Secrets : District: The Outlands Type of Location: Cemetery Notability of Location: Only Rarely Known Training/Employment Opportunities: No, but Graverobbing a real potential. Can This Location Be Self Moderated?: Yes, Credits: Gossamer, Haywire

[Vanderlou]

TS: Early Cryxatum, Era XV Post Fractum.

Adjurators were only ever as powerful as the ghosts and spirits they commanded and Vanderlou, despite being an apprentice at the trade he had neither at his disposal. He had picked up the craft in order to have the strength to protect and yet his conscience wouldn't allow him to extort ghosts and spirits to his advantage. Everytime he practiced the craft he made sure that the deals worked in favor of the ghost, he became the epitome of a spirit guide - helping those from the other side move on and in doing so he couldn't add their strength to his own effectively keeping him stuck at square one.

But no more! He had come here for the sole purpose of rectifying those problems - on his terms, without sacrificing his ideals. He would find himself powerful souls who would aid him in the challenges ahead, ghosts of the past who shared the same beliefs as he did.

His purpose here was simple, to locate the graves of fallen Darui’Torek, the holy warriors of Zinn'Sunn and make them an offer they couldn't refuse. Certainly of these paladins who were resting in the catacombs there were those whose lives were cut too short, those who never quite fulfilled their purpose, those who could be swayed to finish what they started through him and he was going to count on their infalliable spirits to give him strength.

He had brought almost nothing with him on this endeavor, save the traditional mourning token which he had wrapped in alabaster cloth, a bag of salt, ambrosia and the humble white robes on his back there was nothing else, no concealed blades or hidden armor. Hopefully the guardians of the catacombs, whoever they may be, would recognize the purity of his purpose and allow him to pass without hindrance.

The adjurator looked up at the ominous mouth of the cave and stepped into it, peering into the darkness with his inhuman eyes. As he moved forward, he prayed that Torek, the god of these people would favor him.

After all, Vanderlou would undoubtedly help save his worshipers during this stay in this city. Why wouldn't a god find no merit in such a generous act?

[Stargrace]

The suns’ rays of light fast became but a vague memory. With each step that Vanderlou dared to tread further inside the catacombs, the more the darkness seized the Vagaran. The warmth of the day seemed like a figment of the imagination void of meaning to the wet walls that seemed to stretch on forever to either side of Vanderlou. Their wetness evoked the image of either blood or tears. Without light one could not effectively tell which image held the most truth. Perhaps some things were better left in the dark. Perhaps some of life's and death's secrets were best not known even to the young adjurator who had so bravely entered into the place of constant night....

Continued here dear