Citadel of Scarlet

by Gunner Kipp

A lone vagabond treading towards a distant citadel.

> Seeking refuge from an abrupt storm, you make your way into a gleaming red citadel
lodged inside the surrounding turbulence of valleys and thickets.

> The halls are alarmingly pristine for all its exterior disuse. There is an implacable chemical smell in the air.

> A wave of fatigue grips you- your journey has been arduous. You search for a place to spend the night...