| Subject: The Dragons |
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Damuthca
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Date Posted: 03/25/05 9:08:38am Fri
Damuthca sat still, deep within meditation. It had been like this for hours, and still he couldn't get rid of the goosebumps on his arms, on his neck. The eerie feeling of ones neck hairs slowly raising up.
A warning.
It was here, within the secret chamber of the Escalvone, he found some measure of peace, felt called to this place. As he sat, his blade, the Dragon, rested gently across his lap, glinting gently in the candle light. As Damuthca felt peace among the statues and murals of his ancestors, of their great deeds, of their honor, their nobility.
A thin sliver of light opened up infront of him, though he paid it no mind, the prayers he uttered to the Goddess and to his dead kin slowly making the unseen runes flare to life, like a dragon uncurling from its egg and screaming, a shierk at its birth.
Slowly standing up besides Damuthca, his cloak making a gentle rustling noise as he slowly walked thru the portal, even as it closed behide his approach, leaving Damuthca again in the Warlord's prayer room. Blinking, Damuthca slowly looked around, the eerie feeling refusing to go away.
So he stayed, trying to find his warrior's center, but couldn't get the feeling of being naked and alone, some...nightmare from the other day he pondered?
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Light were his footsteps as he slowly walked across the stones. His ember eyes sweeping across several of the ancient murals, ancient even by Forgotten standards, looking at them and pondering their meaning, their history. Many of them were preserved in some...technique that bordered magic.
For minutes he slowly walked, and for minutes still went down long staircases that seemed to last for infinity. All the while, devoid of life and light, as the air grew chill.
Finally, the last chamber, two massive bronze doors slowly opening at his approach.
Long banners waved in the air, tattered and ruined by some fire. Dust covered the floor of the near two hundred yard room, and equally wide. Long pillars with dragons curling up them seemingly dominating the room...or they would..
Save the huge, colossal dragon skeleton within the middle of the room. Walking up to it cautiously, noting the six eye sockets, brought only a smile to his lips.
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