A cellar, a basement, a dungeon, a dark confined space tends to run chills up the spine.
The Oubliette is worse than all these things. It’s a dark and dank hole in the ground with a metre thick iron wall all around it and only one thick, solid, iron door above. It’s deep too, almost 5 metres. Any soul unfortunate enough to be kept in it can only be dragged out by someone above with a hooked javelline.
So who was/is kept here?
Going by the rusted trap door and control box it has been some time since it was in use. However a rotten book bound in human and animal skin sits atop the control box. The first mouldy page is an instruction list on how to operate the iron door. The next few pages are instructions on how to conduct a bizarre and bloody sacrificial ritual. Then, the rest of the book, is filled with names and ages. Men, women and childrens names all scrolled into this macabre document.
And what of the blood and four, now broken, wooden posts or pillars?
Well friends this was where many sacrifices were performed. Hundreds and hundreds according to the long list of names.
What isn’t mentioned or explained is why?
So here we have my third and final terrain piece for the Chapel Project.
I wanted the dried blood to resemble the blood spatter on the “invite box”.
I hope you like it.