Disclaimer: The Barrow of the Damned is a work of fiction. People, places, events, and situations are the product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or historical events, is purely coincidental.
A barrow is another name for an ancient burial ground. They can vary in size from small tombs to vast catacombs.
If you were to ever discover one, it’s recommended that you leave it alone and contact your local historical authorities. It’s certainly not advisable to venture inside; as well as the likelihood of unintentionally damaging the interior or causing collapse, some of these tombs may also contain working traps or special wards to deter grave robbers. As you will also soon discover, some of them may contain something unimaginably a whole lot worse.
Exploring these barrows for relics, ancient jewellery and precious gems is certainly not recommended. If, however, you cannot resist the temptation to explore and plunder, you may wish to find others to unwittingly do the job for you; unwittingly being the key word here.
It is not worthwhile to dream of health and fortitude for it is time wasted along a loosening thread. Nor is it wise to seek out the follies of seers or priests for the comforts they preach are perverse and untrue. Yet in the sisters your trust will be acknowledged for they weave and measure each thread of life to hold the garment fixed and true. And, with each stitch of precious thread they know the spindle will reach its end for this is the way of powers divine. But, alas each thread will likely be severed before its time and only the Moirae will know the truth and if this thread is likely you.