The melancholy silence was ruptured by the haunted cry of an owl somewhere in the branches of the tree to my right. Tendrils of mist seemed to rise from the tree roots as the silver disk of a full moon broke through the ragged clouds. There in the clearing before me stood the granite sepulchre, the lost tomb, the final resting place of Prince Artheos, Arch-Duke of Morvin. My sight wandered across the hieroglyphics, the crossed bones and pentagram carved into the stone faces. The empty eye sockets of a skull on the lower step stared back at me. Everything in Bryce 7.1 by me apart from the skull import. Didn't think I was going to have time to finish this. Just scraped in with 4 hours to spare. Some great entries already submitted. Good luck everyone.