The Herb gardens have become a gardeners worst nightmare. All the plants here have succumbed to the slow rot of time, everything is dead and brown, and even the overgrown thrones are brittle and dry, this eyesore is a rather bleak and dismal place that seems about as welcoming as a shotgun in the face. Your footsteps echo thought the courtyard to your right and down as you walk towards what appears to be a shell of a chapel ahead of you about midway from the green house to the chapel there is a section of the garden that is raised up higher on the roof. Going up it is a quaint little spot with a beautiful view, in the middle of where two stair cases are paralelled a fountain stand, a sad looking naked marble woman is holding aloft a jug that is dry of water, she stands on five sad faced gargoyals who's mouths are agape, their throats parched and dry with time as well. This statue seems almost out of place, all the other stone work here as either strangle vines or thorny vines entombing it and attempting to strangle what little life their is out of the garden, but this fountain doesn't have any, in fact the vines look as though they are being repelled by the monument. As you turn and walk away a wet sucking nose is heard behind you, where the fountain is. As you turn around and slowly make your way to the fountain again, a deep, thick gurgling rings in your ears. You stop and stair for a few moment longer and just as you are about to turn away the gargoyals mouths start to vomit a putride black substance that flows thickly out, the pot that the woman possesses also arks a stream of the blackened vileness. The cardinal stench hits your face like a heavy weight boxes punch and you staggar away a few feet to empty the contents of your stomach. As you do so, you hear the grinding of stone from behind you. Slowly you straighten up and then turn to look behind you where the faces of the woman and the gargoyals have twisted into wicked, smug looking sneers at your discomfort and pathetic display. The substance is flowing freely now, and will continue to flow with no signs of it stopping. In the corner of your eye your sure you see a quick flicker of movement, but by the time you turn your head its already gone and you are left with only a little bit of blowing wind and the putrid fountain to keep you company.
Time to move on?
The only thing that seems to be growing her is bloodgrass, and even then its browning near the bottom. As your about to leave you see a shadowy figure staring at you intently, its hard to tell if its male of female, the sun light around it actually has become strangled and dulled, the figure wears a billowing cloak and blazing yellow eyes seem to stare daggers into you. It lifts its hand and starts to leviate towards you but when you blink, its gone, there is no trace of it, spare blackened withered grass where your sure you saw it.
Time to move on?
The only thing that seems to be growing her is bloodgrass, and even then its browning near the bottom. As your about to leave you see a shadowy figure staring at you intently, its hard to tell if its male of female, the sun light around it actually has become strangled and dulled, the figure wears a billowing cloak and blazing yellow eyes seem to stare daggers into you. It lifts its hand and starts to leviate towards you but when you blink, its gone, there is no trace of it, spare blackened withered grass where your sure you saw it.
