Malodorous Charms — Echoes & Orisons Part Two
Threehill was, as Harkital said, a quaint fart of a town. They passed fields of grain that took up hundreds of acres, then homesteads and gardens of unimpressive design. Off in the distance, there stood the belltower of the Temple of the Heart—not quite grand, not quite proud, stretching just above the eastern quarter of the approaching settlement. Harkital noted that most Biluranian towns were built around temples of that clumsy faith, “like piss pooling ‘round a giggling baby.” Strange wooden signs rose on either side of the road as they approached, displaying an odd collection of carved symbols: a…
