Crypt of Kings

Grog’s bulging veins throbbed beneath his thick skin, a pulsating echo of his heart pounding in his chest. His eyes were clouded, his pupils dilated with feverish excitement.

 

The Crypt of Kings, a legend whispered around campfires, and its elusive treasure had haunted him night and day for decades. He had scoured the darkest depths, faced the most monstrous creatures, all for this day. His trembling hands gripped his weapon a little tighter at the sight of the massive doors finally standing before him.

 

A rosy glow filtered through the crack, a promise of unimaginable wealth. The solitary orc, teetering on the edge of insanity, was about to cross the threshold, driven by an insatiable thirst for gold and glory.

 

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This is my entry for Brickscalibur’s "Perspective Matters" category.

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