Zachary Bean
LCC-GC2-The tomb of Titus-Build 6-Main
The warmth of the sun was a welcome friend, even for Xander. The pass to the tomb was very perilous and chilly. They fought off a couple packs of wolves on their way up. The path was narrow at some points to where only one person could go at a time. When they finally reached the tomb they were greeted by a massive door. The size of 3 and a half man stacked.
The door was very ornate in craftsmanship, as was the frame off the door. Carved right into the mountain side it was.
Xander: Well this is the place.
Marcurio: Impressive. Was this carved by the clan its self?
Xander: Yes, it was actually to be our new capitol, but it was never completed. Funds ran low, and we got into a few skirmishes leaving us short on men.
Marcurio: The torches are still lit. How is that possible?
Xander: Dwarven made. They run on whale oil, though it was specially distilled by the dwarves. They’ll stay lit for another 50-75 years perhaps.
Marcurio: Those must’ve cost a pretty penny.
Xander: Let’s go in.
Boethius: Ok, I’ll tie up, what’s his name, Craig? Do you have a key?
Xander: Yes, one of only three that were made.
Xander pushed a huge hey into a hole near the bottom of the door, turned it, and the sound of gears turning and locks disengaging was heard. The sounds ended.
Xander: Let’s go in. Bring torches.
The air was stagnant and colder than that of the outside wind. The smell of death was there too. They lit their torches and went in
Xander: Oh the memories this place brings back.
Marcurio: Wow! Look at the size of this place.
Boethius: Erm, this guy doesn’t look to happy. (Pointing to the skeleton with a dagger stuck in his back.)
Xander: That’s right! One of my clan mates became obsessed with the sword. He tried to kill all of us when we tried to bury it with Titus. So my Master said his punishment would be swift. He stabbed him in the back. My clan member collapsed to the ground in pure agony. We left the tomb and locked him inside. His punishment; he had the sword he wanted so badly, but he couldn’t do anything with it. Locked away to die a slow painful death for his attempted betrayal.
Boethius: You Master sure was a merciful soul wasn’t he?
Xander: He taught me well. There’s the sword. On top of that chest, over there.
Boethius: Thank you Xander. I also accept your previous apology. You’ve helped me more than you’ll ever know.
Xander: You are welcome. Let’s leave Titus to his rest.
And so they left.
LCC-GC2-The tomb of Titus-Build 6-Main
The warmth of the sun was a welcome friend, even for Xander. The pass to the tomb was very perilous and chilly. They fought off a couple packs of wolves on their way up. The path was narrow at some points to where only one person could go at a time. When they finally reached the tomb they were greeted by a massive door. The size of 3 and a half man stacked.
The door was very ornate in craftsmanship, as was the frame off the door. Carved right into the mountain side it was.
Xander: Well this is the place.
Marcurio: Impressive. Was this carved by the clan its self?
Xander: Yes, it was actually to be our new capitol, but it was never completed. Funds ran low, and we got into a few skirmishes leaving us short on men.
Marcurio: The torches are still lit. How is that possible?
Xander: Dwarven made. They run on whale oil, though it was specially distilled by the dwarves. They’ll stay lit for another 50-75 years perhaps.
Marcurio: Those must’ve cost a pretty penny.
Xander: Let’s go in.
Boethius: Ok, I’ll tie up, what’s his name, Craig? Do you have a key?
Xander: Yes, one of only three that were made.
Xander pushed a huge hey into a hole near the bottom of the door, turned it, and the sound of gears turning and locks disengaging was heard. The sounds ended.
Xander: Let’s go in. Bring torches.
The air was stagnant and colder than that of the outside wind. The smell of death was there too. They lit their torches and went in
Xander: Oh the memories this place brings back.
Marcurio: Wow! Look at the size of this place.
Boethius: Erm, this guy doesn’t look to happy. (Pointing to the skeleton with a dagger stuck in his back.)
Xander: That’s right! One of my clan mates became obsessed with the sword. He tried to kill all of us when we tried to bury it with Titus. So my Master said his punishment would be swift. He stabbed him in the back. My clan member collapsed to the ground in pure agony. We left the tomb and locked him inside. His punishment; he had the sword he wanted so badly, but he couldn’t do anything with it. Locked away to die a slow painful death for his attempted betrayal.
Boethius: You Master sure was a merciful soul wasn’t he?
Xander: He taught me well. There’s the sword. On top of that chest, over there.
Boethius: Thank you Xander. I also accept your previous apology. You’ve helped me more than you’ll ever know.
Xander: You are welcome. Let’s leave Titus to his rest.
And so they left.