by Wormgod » Wed Jan 18, 2012 1:51 pm
Orphan Rock was just what it sounded like. The rock sat in the middle of a pine forest, just past a grove full of vampires and spriggans. It was black, huge, and shaped almost like a human chest. No other black rocks were present. It was just...there. Abandoned.
The only way onto the rock's surface was a fallen tree-bridge from the top of a path to the rock. The rock was about thirty feet tall, so no normal person could get there without walking on the tiny tree, right into the hands of at least a dozen witches and two Hagravens in their little animal skin tents with a fire in the center, where they were cooking goat meat, leaving the heads on posts at least a mile around their territory. Witches used the goat heats to signal to eachother, and keep idiots out of their territory.
((Want a picture of a Hagraven?))