[ IP ] Remnants of a circular church .

The Ageless Man stood motionless by the ruins. 
 
 `` This place never was friendly to buildings,'' he muttered. 
 
 Once, there had been a druid's gathering stone here. It was a simpler time, he remembered. Aside from the minor squabbles of village chieftains, the men in the valley had lived in relative peace. 
 
 Then the Romans came in and destroyed the druidic order. 
 
 `` Not that it was a bad thing to do that,'' he said aloud to the harsh winds whipping his hair. The Man grimaced at the thoughts of human sacrifices he had seen, right in the center of the ring. 
 
 The Romanised natives then built a church instead. Different gods, same location. It was an historic church, indeed. Thrice razed by the Picts, thrice raised by the locals. 
 
 There were no more locals here. Or anywhere else for that matter. 
 
 The Man picked up his walking stick that he had placed against the ruined walls. 
 

