《terra viventium By TrinitySMQA》Prologe
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An eagle flew by the castle tower overlooking the town. heading north over the river towards
the three mountains by the shore. A large structure was built into the mountain side. The entrance to the
tomb covered with statues and scriptures locked magnificent from afar but from up close the word grand isn't
enough.
It followed the small procession composed of around a hundred men and women and a carriage heading towards the tomb.
Once the group arrived at the tomb a woman stepped out from the carriage, dressed in blood red
and black dress and a black veil, as she headed inside.
A paladin dressed in white and green armor approached her.
-Paladin: Mistress Elayne we have to hurry he doesn't have long.
She nodded and increased her pace.
She entered the tomb into a large hallway leading further into the mountain, giant pillars leading up to
the ceiling and among the pillars stood statues not to mention the numerous statues covering the walls of the hall,
she continued through the hallway following her escort of paladins as they lead her further into the north wing.
Elayne stepped up the pace as she could hear screams indicating that they where close to their destination.
Finally she entered into the chamber where a man was lying upon an altar. The only thing covering his body was
markings and scars from countless battles. The poor lighting in the room made his skin look like it had a
shining bronze color.
AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!
His throat was dry as paper but still he continued to scream out his agony.
He could hear voices around him but he couldn't make out the words. All around him there were people.
people he could no longer make out. His eyes clouded with tears.
All he could see was their shadows. The pain wouldn't subside it grew more agonizing by the second.
He knew who the people around him where but it was as if the knowledge of whom they where were just out of
his reach blocked out by the constant pain.
It felt as if days and weeks went by. All the while he expressed his pain with louder and louder screams
until he felt the last ounce of his strength fade away with his
final scream.
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