Cornucopia

Nestled snug in a bed of decaying earth looms the Cornucopia. Once a place of worship, it’s obvious the light has not graced this gothic-style Chapel since before you arrived. Chunks of the Chapel lay in piles at your feet damp and dark enough to house the swathes of insects that have come to call it home. Its doors hang open on broken hinges as if demanding worship. Among rotten planks and shards of shattered stained glass lay countless treasures that might aid you on your journey - attending mass may not be mandatory but it’s obvious those who know their place will be rewarded. Those brave enough to approach the altar will find only a simple marble fountain bearing the same forgotten sun. Where you would expect water to spill over the brim, however, churns a thick, red liquid.