Posterra Vol.3 - Tomb of the Fallen Giant

There are countless holy sites on the scattered realms of Posterra. Mostly because there are as many beliefs as there are tribes, and each would find one mountain or cave to be a residing place of their local deity. Sometimes they might even be correct in such a statement! But if you bury yourself in the minutiae of local folklores and their shamanistic visions either scribbled in crude cuneiform or carried in songs and stories, you might dig out kernels of truth… or seeds of true divinity. Fortunately for you, dearest amicable reader, I – Penthagast Excelsiors, adventurer extraordinaire and hoarder of history – dared the darkest paths and deepest, dankest dungeons so you don’t have to. And so I saw with my own eyes the walls of ginormous cavern covered in pulsing tendrils of regrowing flesh, claiming every nook and cranny, filling the air with metallic stench of the richest blood. Atop the pillar of hardened, glistening meat stood the mightiest skull of long fallen titan – be it a god, or perhaps a forgotten weapon, it persisted to this day, nimbus of thaumaturgic might still clinging to the flickering lights in the empty sockets. And around the colossal moonlight of bone and flesh, pilgrims. Fleshcrafters, pain-supplicants, vagabonds and the forsaken, all bathing in blood they could collect, cutting morsel of titan flesh or supplicating to him for whispers of madness and illumination.