Score: 166 | 6/30/21 |
Belgrimm stands as a graying memory of a gleaming citadel, her once-proud, ivy-shrouded walls now in that twilight state somewhere between respectable old age and disgraceful decay. She wears her age very well indeed, though, considering she’s seen most other buildings in Serylia rise from the ashes of fallen buildings that had risen from the ashes of other fallen buildings, and so on, back into the hazy distance of recorded history.
It's only in the last century or two that the new round of gleaming marble edifices have begun to crowd in around her, blocking out the sun and leaving her to slouch in their shadows. The priestesses who roam her halls can still hold their heads up with pride at the old lady’s history, but the real power has moved on, and the world’s eyes with it.