10.13.2005
Foundry
You conclude your survey of the theatre and head to the foundry.
The broadsword is like most of the metal items within this place... rusted to the point of uselessness
The silver chalice is remarkably free of rust or decay and is of high quality. Carved around the goblet is a forearm and hand of a woman, with index finger extended, getting pricked by a needle or thorn. Written above in script is 'So I may bleed'.
You leave the theatre, heading back into the wind and rust-filled valley. Crossing the junkyard, you pull open the heavy iron door of the foundry. It is dark inside, and your torch long burned out.
From within the foundry, you begin to hear an awful, metal-on-metal grinding sound. The sound source then moves closer...
The broadsword is like most of the metal items within this place... rusted to the point of uselessness
The silver chalice is remarkably free of rust or decay and is of high quality. Carved around the goblet is a forearm and hand of a woman, with index finger extended, getting pricked by a needle or thorn. Written above in script is 'So I may bleed'.
You leave the theatre, heading back into the wind and rust-filled valley. Crossing the junkyard, you pull open the heavy iron door of the foundry. It is dark inside, and your torch long burned out.
From within the foundry, you begin to hear an awful, metal-on-metal grinding sound. The sound source then moves closer...
