hypnotheque's Lair

The sands, unwavering
Though the waves may sweep the sands upon distant shores, we will forever remain buried.
Residents of a past realm. Whisps of black smoke can sometimes be seen rising from the sands, though they are quickly snuffed out. The only remnants of such a city can be seen in two crossed spears, pierced through the ground. Both are decorated with two skulls: one black, one red. These spirits wander, aimlessly, forever searching.