Bella Donna Boudreaux loves cooking and murder (poisonwine) wrote in utr_logs,
The altar was a marvel. Away from the sun and sand, it had been preserved perfectly. There was a stone slab with pictures on it, and enough space between the picture tiles to move them.
Here there were lamps and torches that lit up brilliantly, mostly the sorcerer's doing. The sound of the battle echoed and contorted in the temple, and the very air seemed to vibrate with the noise.