Basalt

The rusted iron bell tolls as the wind of the northeastern wastelands picks up, with the sand-torn structure of an old Lightbringer church arises from the sands. The stone bricks have crumbled under their own weight, though still clinging together as they have for many years past. The inside of the chapel appears rotten and dry, the harsh weather leaking in to wither away the plant life further along with residual plagueling magic travelling a ways from the Seedscar.

Once green vines now hang brittle and brown with thorns and sad, blackened blooms around the warmly-lit innards of the chapel, a brilliant mosaic of the Lightweaver broken on the floor at the farthest end of the room. The pews and carpet remain in place over the decades, but with the natural erosion common within the Wastes, it all seems unusable. The newest addition to the place seems to be a dirty rake set up beside a busted down door out to a graveyard, it seems well-worn while placed on the doorframe.