Old Osric had been a stonemason in Fenmoor city for forty years, carving countless statues of the God of Light for the Church throughout his life, yet when nearing death, he was kneeling before a headless statue.
The statue lay inside a ruined Shrine on a high mound outside the city wall, which the locals commonly called the abandoned temple. The temple's roof had collapsed before he was even born, and the upper half of the statue was broken missing somewhere, only leaving intact the long robe trailing the heel.
Three days ago, when demonic creatures from the Northern swamp flooded down, the City Lord immediately ordered slamming shut the city gates. The rich, officials, and the whole crowd of Church monks were all inside, while the poor citizens outside the wall had to run for their lives to heaven, having to drag each other climbing up this mound, because in the entire area outside the wall, only exactly the temple was built of stone.
