He sat in the hand of some dead king. The valley was scattered with such broken monuments, half-buried tributes to forgotten names collected here in the high bosom of the Faren Mountains like neglected novelties in a giant’s toybox. Here a sunken face eaten by lichen, there a splintered sword still clutched in a ringed hand. Crafted of the finest stone, now bent beneath the impassive yoke of age.
In the Valley of Forgotten Kings (Part I)
In the Valley of Forgotten Kings (Part I)
In the Valley of Forgotten Kings (Part I)
He sat in the hand of some dead king. The valley was scattered with such broken monuments, half-buried tributes to forgotten names collected here in the high bosom of the Faren Mountains like neglected novelties in a giant’s toybox. Here a sunken face eaten by lichen, there a splintered sword still clutched in a ringed hand. Crafted of the finest stone, now bent beneath the impassive yoke of age.