Kohlian Cemetary
Rows of tilting headstones stretch into the fog, each marked not only with names but also with fragments of final poems, play or stories. Here, mourners bring flowers along with quills, trying to gain inspiration from those that inspired the writings thus far. Lanterns flicker through the mist, leaving the impression that shadows linger longer than they should.
The resting ground of Koh’Las’s dead lies quiet under leaning stones, each cut with care by Brikton the dwarf. Unlike other towns where graves are left to time, here the stones sometimes bear fresh lines of verse or song, as though the departed still take part in the theatre of life. It is a place of quiet reverence, yet never fully silent.
The resting ground of Koh’Las’s dead lies quiet under leaning stones, each cut with care by Brikton the dwarf. Unlike other towns where graves are left to time, here the stones sometimes bear fresh lines of verse or song, as though the departed still take part in the theatre of life. It is a place of quiet reverence, yet never fully silent.