@leehsl I found a place that would be under the kitchens, but it's undeveloped as of yet. The rocks here smell alive pic.twitter.com/H0wqd5HSl3
— Minkus lupus (@mink_ette) May 4, 2014@leehsl in a bit of a rush, but I left something to help out pic.twitter.com/xhKSzDT5w7
— David Fono (@fonograph) May 4, 2014Hidden well from outside, in the middle of the graveyard there was a monumental hole encircled by arches. To most, it appeared to be a dead end, but there were two ways to go from there.
Bars made it a tight squeeze, but a doorway carved into the sandstone led down into unused catacombs that wound around the hollow. To the side of that, a short climb onto the rocks led up into a tunnel cut behind the ivy, completely invisible from below. The path up there was mainly dirt and carved stone, but sometimes it hung over the edge and we walked on branches.
The hollow was secluded enough to feel private, but between the overgrown archways above, and ominous slits in the stonework of the catacombs, it always felt like someone might be watching.
@leehsl An abandoned well or shaft. Possibly belonging to a creature of formidable size; odor inconclusive. http://t.co/GTHGy71xgA
— Wulfflæd (@lauraehall) May 4, 2014