Green Skinned Fucking
The air is musty. The stone floor feels cold and damp. Books, tomes, grimoires and codexes sit haphazardly in piles so tall that they touch the ceiling. The chamber isn't dark, but the fire under the bubbling cauldron doesn't illuminate it much either. It makes the shadows dance with otherworldly life, as if possessed spirits and demons. An elderly man with a long gray beard, clad in purple robes and a purple pointed hat, stands by the cauldron mixing the contents with a stirrer. He has a...
Fantasy