Relic Hunter Peppermint

Relic Hunter PeppermintMood: One misstep and the walls come alivearrows, dust, a torch spinning away. You hit the ground hard, lungs burning, and come face to face with something ancient and cracked, humming with menace. You dont know what it is. Only that it wasnt meant to be touched. And now its in your hands. Smells like: Torchlit smoke and worn leather rise through dry, dust choked air, sharpened by stone corridors pressed too close and secrets that were meant to stay

advertising wares from throughout the realm

bursts forth like the first breath after flame

and an ominous hint of smoke

Sharp stones rise from green fields like sentries in the mist

refreshed by the mist of a nearby waterfall

has led here

sacred oakmoss

soft incense

Dreams await

Bones litter the floor

tempered by wisdom

and crowned in firelight