At the very edge of the castle grounds, down a barely visible path, nestled in a small maze of half dead hedges and crumbling stone walls, a small one room chapel can be found. The building itself is in half decent shape despite its obvious age and lack of use. All four walls are at least still standing and the roof is...mostly intact. There is a small, dust filled alter inside above which a now shattered statue stands rests. It would take an act of god to put the pieces back together again and determine it's original form, pun only partially intended. Any mention of said god's name has also been very purposefully marred beyond recognition, leaving their identify an eternal mystery.
Should one approach the chapel there are a few other details one might notice from outside. The metal double doors stand perpetually open due to the completely rusted over hinges. There are several candle holders standing around but no candles to be found. The shadows can't help but feel a little...deeper than usual both in and around the chapel itself.
The most unnerving thing about this otherwise unassuming building, however, is the soft, mournful moaning that seems to permeate the air around it from every angle. Mostly it is just a single note of sadness whistling through the branches of the nearby trees before weaving its way through the long shattered stained glass windows. Occasionally though one might be able to pick a few tortured words from the wind.
Whhhhhhhyyyyyy???? Betraaaaaayer!!! Whhhhyyyyyyyy??!!!
Should one approach the chapel there are a few other details one might notice from outside. The metal double doors stand perpetually open due to the completely rusted over hinges. There are several candle holders standing around but no candles to be found. The shadows can't help but feel a little...deeper than usual both in and around the chapel itself.
The most unnerving thing about this otherwise unassuming building, however, is the soft, mournful moaning that seems to permeate the air around it from every angle. Mostly it is just a single note of sadness whistling through the branches of the nearby trees before weaving its way through the long shattered stained glass windows. Occasionally though one might be able to pick a few tortured words from the wind.
Whhhhhhhyyyyyy???? Betraaaaaayer!!! Whhhhyyyyyyyy??!!!
