<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Corruption on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/corruption/</link><description>Recent content in Corruption on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 25 Apr 2020 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/corruption/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Corrupted Forest</title><link>/stories/2020/04/25/corrupted-forest/</link><pubDate>Sat, 25 Apr 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/04/25/corrupted-forest/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Like most of her kind, Alana had the mix of brains, a valiant heart, and a powerful body. Platemail glistened in the strong contrast with her environs. The holy adytum was a dark and unnatural place. Echoes reflecting throughout the room like wings on a high place.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A temple at the heart of a forest, with a face full of ill omens. Taller than the trees, yet no more proud than the endless horizon of boughs and branches that stretched in all directions. The green darkened the sun. Clouds made the world blue, green, and gray. Black stone creaked as Alana entered its forgotten halls. The temple was devoid of inhabitants, but it was still maintained. Out of time, with the top disappearing into the canopy that made the sun shy.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>