Marrok |work| — Fort

The rain over Fort Marrok fell in sheets, turning the ancient parade ground into a mirror of mud and sky. It had been seventeen years since the fort was officially abandoned—seventeen years since the last regiment marched out, their brass buttons tarnished, their eyes fixed on the distant railroad depot.

: It was designed to be an impenetrable "glorious gatekeeper" of the mountain passes, intended to block any wraith-touched entities from crossing into the lower lands. fort marrok

"Good," it said. "Then let's go wake the dead." The rain over Fort Marrok fell in sheets,

The figure tilted its head. Rain ran off its hat in silver curtains. "Good," it said

The water was gone. Instead, a pale light pulsed far below, revealing walls covered in carvings that hadn't been there yesterday. Symbols. Hundreds of them, spiraling down into darkness. And at the very bottom, barely visible, a door.