After years of apprenticeship, Aeducan earned the right to be called a true Cleric of Pelor, and to do his god's will throughout the land. With adventure comes danger, however, and with danger, death. Though Aeducan himself was skilled - or perhaps lucky - enough to survive this far, that wasn't the case for all of those who followed him. All he can do to honour their sacrifice, is to pay his respects, and remember.
Somewhat of a tough one, but it was interesting. I wanted to set the scene in deep darkness, and that palette was very conducive to that; it makes the entire scene look dirty, or even poisonous, which I like quite a bit. As usual, I welcome critiques; what was done right, wrong, what can be improved, etc.
