Elfin
2009-10-12, 11:27 AM
Wearily, you gaze up at the storm-wrought sky, strewn with clouds of iron grey and strung with dark mists.
And then you see it: the graveyard. No fence or wall encircles the place; weathered tombstones rise from the fog that hangs low upon the ground. Dominating the centre is a mausoleum of granite blocks; even from here you can see that it has not been cared for in a long while.
It has been a long trek from the town of Ironhame, which sits on the border of the mighty Deluge Jungle - a relentless day and a half of hard marching were what it took to bring you here.
Suddenly nervous, you reach for the tube of vellum at your waist. Only five days ago you found it on the bodies of hobgoblin raiders, and now it has led you here. If the message on the scroll is true, then deep within the ancient mausoleum can be found the mighty sword Unfettered, forged many ages ago by your kin.
Icy tendrils of fog seem to creep into you, and for a moment you are gripped by fear; but quickly you shake it off, and begin walking toward the graveyard.
What do you do?
And then you see it: the graveyard. No fence or wall encircles the place; weathered tombstones rise from the fog that hangs low upon the ground. Dominating the centre is a mausoleum of granite blocks; even from here you can see that it has not been cared for in a long while.
It has been a long trek from the town of Ironhame, which sits on the border of the mighty Deluge Jungle - a relentless day and a half of hard marching were what it took to bring you here.
Suddenly nervous, you reach for the tube of vellum at your waist. Only five days ago you found it on the bodies of hobgoblin raiders, and now it has led you here. If the message on the scroll is true, then deep within the ancient mausoleum can be found the mighty sword Unfettered, forged many ages ago by your kin.
Icy tendrils of fog seem to creep into you, and for a moment you are gripped by fear; but quickly you shake it off, and begin walking toward the graveyard.
What do you do?