The Inner Gate ![]() When a damned arrival can barely discern the floor beneath him, the rope he was lowered by is cut, and he slams to the ground. Pain is as fitting an entrance to Hai as anything. The less agile never move beyond this point, leaving fractured bodies and bursts of maroon on the tawny stone. Light from above makes a blinding circle before the Inner Gates. The stone is stacked, not hewn like the rest of Hai and looks less worn then the other structures. A message looms over the arches, carved deep and broad. BEYOND ME THE TORTURED CITY BEYOND ME FEAR AND FIERCE PAIN BEYOND ME THE PATHS THROUGH THE FORSAKEN DEPRAVITY BUILT MY FOUNDATIONS AND PRIDE MY WALLS AND ALL THE DESPERATE WICKEDNESS OF MAN SUSTAINS ME PRISKIL WILL NOT TREAD HERE The road beyond the gates fades into a broken path of white stone, its forks marked by crude signposts. Follow Me |
