I sat on a beach with my eyes closed taking in everything that surrounded me; the softness of the sand, the occasional tide licking my feet, the warmth of the sun in it’s constant position of late evening, the small breeze that ruffled my hair. This wasn’t the first time I had come here but it isn’t often that I find myself here either. Then again, I shouldn’t complain since this kind of peace is rare, especially in the last few days. I opened my eyes to see the sun still in place, and the multi-dark blue colors of the water mixing in with the reflections of the sun and clouds. It was beautiful.
Mixed in with the sound of the waves, I heard something.
I moved closer to the water.
I moved closer still.
I jolted awake and got up immediately, grabbing my glaive while doing so. Able stood up next to me as he must have been woken up too. I peered into the tomb in which we stayed for the night and saw Verik running towards us, being chased by something by a cloth of some kind. It wasn’t covering anything, or so I thought. Looking closer, I saw that there was a pitch blackness of some kind underneath the cloth, almost as if it was a void into nothingness.
Able, wasting no time, shot a scorching ray out of his hands and hit dead center of the evil being (“Nice shot, Able!”). The cloth on the darkness began to burn away and Verik, in the meantime, tended to whatever wounds he suffered. With my glaive in hand and my glaive glowing intensely, I swung down upon the evil being, cutting off a large portion of the cloth that covered it. A shrill noise came from the being and it began backing off, possibly from fear of the light of my glaive. It then began to sink into the stone floor, cloth piling up as it went. Verik, not wanting it to get away, threw his own glaive towards it but it went too high, soaring to the back of the tomb. At the last second, Able threw invisible force at the being and hit the cloth. We waited for anything else to happen but the cloth did not stir again, although we were still unsure if it was dead or not.
We walked to the back of the tomb to retrieve Verik’s weapon when he said that he heard the creature scratching at the wall. When we found his weapon, stuck in a pile of dirt on the ground, we investigated the area to see what the creature was trying to get in to. Verik had the better eyesight out of the three of us due to his elvish blood and found a secret door in the wall. We pushed it open to find what was inside.
What we found was nothing less than spectacular. The floor was made of shining blue tile, almost as if made by pure sapphire and the grout was silver. The walls were made up of mosaic glass depicting trees and flowers, mostly blue and silver. There was no dust to be found, as it was a well preserved room. In the middle of the room stood a throne made in a wicker style, although I couldn’t tell if it was actually made out of wood. The only drawback was that there was a smell of fresh decay of a body. That and there was a mummified corpse on the throne. The corpse was dressed in green and silver clothes with gold lining. It was wearing a pendant with designs of an eagle clutching lightning and a sword in its talons. (“Wait….I know this crest. It’s the house of Varfarrion! We’re in a tomb of Vyertinn’s family!”)
At the foot of the throne, there was a stone chest. Verik detected a magic lock. We wanted to see what was in it, but we didn’t want anything to reanimate while we were trapped in the hidden room, so we decided to take it with us to the front of the tomb where we slept. I tried picking it up by myself but it was too heavy, so Verik and I decided to drag it out of the room. And that’s where we messed up. We heard a sound, only to find out that the door was beginning to close with us still inside (“SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!”). Able, trying to hold the door, began muttering to himself. All of a sudden, his muscles began to bulge to twice it’s original size, gaining incredible strength and held the door in place. Pushing, shoving and pulling as fast as we could, Verik and I managed to slide the stone chest out just before Able’s newfound strength gave out. Once the door closed, we dragged the chest to the front to “safely” try to find a way to open it.
I took out my crowbar and hammer from out of my backpack. Positioning the crowbar where the lock was I started hammering to try to break it off by force. The first time I hit, nothing happened. The second time, I paid the price. The moment I struck was the moment my crowbar shattered in my hand, and lightning came from the lock and hit me square in the chest. I passed out. I woke up with a single pound on the chest from Verik, to which I replied with, “AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!” It was the single most painful feeling I have had since starting this quest of mine. I sat up to notice that I was shot a good 10 feet from where the chest was, and there was a giant hole in my cloak (“But at least the armor is nice and shiny.”). It was then that we heard a single click come from the chest (“Well what could that be?”). I dug out the shovel that I had in my backpack, handed it to Verik, and weakly said, “Your turn.” Verik hit it once and nothing happened, but some how managed to dodge the lightning bolt when he hit it the second time. After a few seconds, the chest clicked again (“Oooookay. I get it.”).
It wasn’t until then did we realize that it might be best to look for a key. Able searched the bodies and bones that were in the tomb and came out with 20 lockpicks, one for each body. He also noted that they all had crystallized chest bones, as if they died from lightning to the chest (“Perhaps they were all graverobbers?”). However, there were no keys to be found. We decided that it would be best to try and search the body in the throne room, but we didn’t want to risk the door closing on us again, so we figured that we could use the chest for our benefit this time. After sliding the chest to the hidden door, we faced it so that the lock would face the door, in hopes that when we struck the lock in a safe position, the lightning would go out to the door and blow out a hole for us to walk through easily. In an awkward but safe position, Verik took my shovel and struck the lock from behind. The only problem was that the lightning came out from the opposite end, and hit Verik dead-center of the chest. He somehow took it easier than I did, but there still was a giant hole in his cloak and his armor shined as well.
When that didn’t work, we tried to use the pressure of the hidden door to crack open the safe. When we opened the door, there was a shuffling and scrapping sound. I looked back in time to see the chest slid ON ITS OWN to where its original position was before (“ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!?!”). Needless to say, I was livid. All I wanted to do was see what was in the chest, because it might actually benefit me in my quest. In fact, I was going to be even more pissed if it was just gold in the damned thing. A chest this much trouble isn’t worth the gold or losing your life over. Hell, 20 people already tried! No man ever opened the stupid thi-.
Wait. No man has opened it yet. But maybe one of the Gods can. It was then that I stopped what I, Verik and Able were doing, and prayed to the one God that made any sense to pray to in this tomb; Halifaust. There was a small creaking sound in front of me. I looked up to find that the head of the corpse in the throne began to move, looking straight at me and Verik. Able however was nowhere to be found. It started to talk.
“What are two followers of Halis doing trying to rob the tomb of one of my greatest followers?”
In awe that I actually was able to communicate with a God that wasn’t my own, I found myself unable respond immediately. Still fumbling for the words to say, I graciously kneeled before the God-possessed corpse.
“Oh great Halifaust, i-it is somewhat ironic that we are here, for we have been traveling with one of your followers, a man named Vyertinn Varfarrion. It seems to not be a coincidence that we are here the tomb of one of your greatest followers, and it seems we are in dire times.”
The God replied, “What would you do with the contents of the chest if it were gold?”
“If it were gold? Nothing. It serves no purpose to us. We only need that which will help us in our quest.”
“What is your quest?”
“To destroy the evil in this world which is about to arise, Calisto.” I spit as I spoke the name.
Suddenly, the lock of the chest, became undone, and the lid raises.
“Great Halifaust, are you sure?”
“Take it. Take a look at it.”
Inside there was a very old scroll. I picked it up gently, as if it were made of cracked glass. As I unrolled it, it showed itself to be a map with old landmarks. The land the map was showing wasn’t familiar to me or Verik.
“There is another item for you.” The God said.
We looked again to find two new cloaks for the both of us, seeing as they were damaged from the chest’s lightning. They were embroidered with symbols of Halis.
“The difference between those who seek what the dead possess and those that wish to steal what the dead possess is intention. There are no riches in this chest. But the value of its contents is priceless. Protect this map, for without it, your quest will not end successfully.”
“Thank you, Halifaust.”
The corpse’s head limped down, Halifaust done with the body. We walked out of the tomb, but not before I turned around and did one more gracious bow out of respect. Halis, as it turned out, wasn’t the only God who was with us. We met with Able again afterwards in the front of the tomb and figured that it was best to sleep again to regain our strength. I found myself back on the beach in my dream.
The only difference was the golden eagle who flew across the sea from time to time.