The Caves of Bones
“The walls remember. Every step is a history written in dust and marrow.”
Beneath the mountains, deep below the Hedge, the caves twist endlessly, their walls lined with the bones of creatures that have died in these hills. Some are ancient, brittle and fused into the rock itself. Others are fresh, the marrow still lingering.
The tunnels are silent, save for the distant, rhythmic sound of dripping water, a sound that some claim is not water at all, but something deeper, something waiting. The bones hold memories, and those who can listen may learn the truths buried in the dark. But disturb the dead too much, and the caves will remember you, too.
- Dangers: The Whispering Remains, bones that still speak, move, and call to those who pass through.
- Rewards: Knowledge of the past, waiting to be plucked from the marrow of the dead.
- Paths: The deeper you go, the more the walls shift, sealing behind you, leading you toward places best left undisturbed.