Stillness
Exuperantia lied down in the batch of flowers, the clattering of weapons striking together thrumming in her ears. The battle raged on around her, unseen. The two beetles on her back were tossing each other around, as if they were re-enacting the epic of the past.
The courser lay there and stared into the darkness, breathing in the ancient violence. She would sleep here.
Among discarded Courser barding, a glint catches your eye. Horned beetles with gemstones fused to their chitin armor clash against one another in combat. They are small enough to pocket – or eat as a crunchy snack, if you’re so inclined…
The yellow flowers that grow alongside the pumpkins on the Harvester’s Soul Vines tend to grow in strange patterns. On a ledge, you get a bird’s eye view of one such patch. Thousands of flowers bloom in squares, like soldiers in opposing battalions. Uneven scars of emptiness mar the field. At night, it is said, the entire valley resounds with the clatter of armor, screams of Coursers, and shouts in human language. Do you dare to visit the dead in the dark?
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