Tired, and weary, the weathered-faced man wandered with a slow, hesistant step into what he once called home. The outskirts of town were utterly ravaged, both by storm, and by time, the very faint traces of the energy that tore so horribly through steel and gravel assaulting his senses. A step foward, and a pause was all he offered as he stared up at the massive, now twisted and battered peaks of towers previously standing on either side of the massive stronghold a few miles ahead of him. His body seized and fell, his knees hitting the ground as his head lowered, accepting the fall of the acidic, corrosive rain that struck his head, neck and coat. The fountain beside him already bore the scars of the rain, declaring it's downfall in entropy.
After several minutes of staring at the ground in disbelief, and his brain swirling in mesmerization at the light ringing of the rusted old bell outside of the tailor's, he lifted his body up and turned away from the castle. With a brief look to the sky, he nodded, seemingly to himself as he whispered an unintelligable phrase to his invisible companion above him. Lifting up his blade, he continued on, away from the city.
Vengeance would be his, and Togras would fall at his hand, if he had any say in it...
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That's what *I* think when I listen to this track.
Oh, by the way, I like it. In fact, it's my favorite mix on OCR, no questions at all. For anyone who likes epic, atmospheric pieces, especially something to put in the background of your tabletop RPG games, and your party just happens to be passing through an old, destroyed town... This is your piece.
10/10