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The Crypt

Thick with the scent of lavender, these fields sway with violet pride and dance with petal gowns in hues of heliotrope. This violaceous meadow resembles all that is tranquil and all that is serene and pure. However, like other parts of Estrella's terrain, there is dark secret retained within the depths of this beauty's vertigo. High off of life, you would never suspect the morbidity that stains the minds of the essences that once lingered here. It is this peaceful setting that brings you aloft from the reality of it; all it takes is for you to stumble along the wrong place at the wrong time. Along the forest's edge that borders the lavender field, nestled in a frame of ivy vine and rotted tree roots, and small, wooden slab has been carefully placed in front of a poorly concealed narrow entrance to what appears to be a granite passage. To go down this narrow hall, only wide enough to fit a single file line, could mean the end of all your positive thoughts about Teatro Allas, for it is a field that was created for far from benign intentions. The hallway eventually widens drastically and curves to the right to reveal a massive room who's walls are coated in odd, cryptic carvings that resemble various gods and plagues that are based around ancient, dead beliefs from packs that thrived long ago. Centered in the room is a strangely large, undisturbed ring of ash; the remnants of burned lavender, and in the center of that ring lies a pile of deteriorated bone atop a rustic stain of blood. It is a wonder that this tomb has not been cleaned up long ago, but who would want to take the risk of touching what is sacred to that of any old cult?