Silver Shadow Caverns

Darkness seems to drip from the walls in shimmering beauty. The darkness looks about to slip off the stone and fall to the ground like a shiny lacquer. It is not the darkness of dirt or soot, but like the sea at night beneath the moon. The very dirt beneath one’s feet is stained in the blood of innocence. It too looks as if it would cling to anything that touches it, but alas it is merely an illusion. The cavern air is always cool and chilled as if remembering the natural spring that once ran through the Fey Mountains creating this world of darkness. Just outside, the innocent Fey frolic and enjoy the goodness of the grass and the sun but their voices cannot reach here. The natural spring has long run dry though it surely would have taken on strange hues as well if it still existed.

It is a terrible place but not without its dark beauty, depending on one’s view. Warm coals are found in every corner set in silvery braziers. It is the only light to be found in this place. They cast an eerie red glow over everything within their reach. The very air seems alive with movement and energy. A sparkle here or a shadow there can send one spinning in circles trying to catch a glimpse of the mysterious occupants. This was the place the poor cursed Fey made his home, for him and his progeny the Sidhe. The curse of their innocence lost in the viewing of one compromising act continues on in the race. It seems in a world such as Equinox, the Fey were never meant to leave their protected valley.

The pass to this dark realm is closed still by the barrier allowing only the Sidhe to pass without interference. It would be easier to enjoy even this ghastly beauty without the knowledge that you are forever trapped here. That is the fate of any who find a way to slip through the protective magic. Once they are here they are for the delight and torture of the Sidhe. Unless of course you are unfortunate enough to be a Fey, then you will be forced to share in their fate. Soon your memories will leave you and the beautiful hills of your home will be but a fairytale. It is the cavern and the dark ways you will come to love as if it has always been and shall always be