S7 by Chael | World Anvil

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Mon 4th Mar 2024 03:43

S7

by Inheritor Chael

In room oft stone and twin chests found creatures oft death to linger. Like the very mists they be seen but yet not there. Like the chill in the air ist present yet not. Sir Ashton wast driven to madness by they death forshook. Wicked and fel they art. Wit a touch to steal mine breath and a cry to shudder the very bones.
 
Took much effort to lay them to rest. Ift such things mayhaps even know oft rest.
 
Doubts of such linger in mine mind.
 
Still room wast cleared and Sir Ashton lost his moon touched mind to return to us ast himself once more.
 
In this room we found a gauntlet to assist in witchcrafts, given unto Student ArlanVal it wast. May he keep it well.
 
We walked many corridors to find a path untrod. As we did A feeling oft calling down below reaching out through the ether. In the very dirt there ist a beckoning. Upon mine mind it lingers true.
 
With coffins of old and store houses of goblin we did find. The first those who walk by mine side did plunder. The last there wast a survivor yet of the green small folk left. Gave threats and great boast oft harm to be done upon us. Ist lies and reeks oft fear. This one wast spared death and left unarmed in the storehouse. A mercy.
 
Here we found kits for breaching locks, to whom both went unto miss Velvet. Ast hers wast laid to ruin in earlier venture.
 
This whole level left scoured down stairs of stone mine feet did fly. With a trouble and calling upon them that bordered desperation to end the song that draws. The itch that scratches within mine skull.
 
Goblins and hobs didst stand against us. Goblins and hobs we didst cut through. Mine hand craved to render violence the further into this hewn rock lair, but resist it still I must.
 
With but little thought the north felt oft sour with the south the familiar. So to the south we trod. Mine feet leading to door in double. Within mine heart beat against my ribs in a bid to rush out.
 
Within wast room of sickness. Vials of coloured liquids which Student ArlanVal sent a shatter. A corpse of bones etched in the markings same I laid upon mine bandages. Strange papers and other relics. To mine great shame I froze when the bones arose. Thought banished and nightmares made real.
 
The others fell upon this whom may yet be kin. A battle fought in retreat ast hoped and prayed the bones wouldst forget our tress pass ast we shut the door.
 
No.
 
It made violence upon the door.
 
It beat and knocked with intent lethal while releasing through the barricade light which burns ast mine.
 
Sir Harper returned the bones to peace. A arrow tearing a heart of Blackstone from the thing and sending it to dance across the floor.
 
Does such live in mine chest? Art all who have such curse bear such stone?
 
I shamed mineself with tears and fear left unsheathed. Gave into need for comfort when Honoured Mara offered to aid, and asked of closeness as once had with mine siblings back home. She seemed to tolerate the embrace. Much needed twas ast dried mine eyes and steeled my heart against the troubles to come. The others art burdened wit questions. Such they seek should not be answered here. In warmth of the sun may be better day and bring hope for brighter tomorrows.
 
It brings little joy to see mine secret shame laid bare. Truth ist own reward yet still. So will spake oft truth when day dost come.
 
Honoured Mara passed unto mine person the heart of black stone. It calls to be taken. To be claimed. Willt brook no such thoughts. A key it may be to a future best avoided. Same ast papers laid bare on the counter which copies best ast able were made and secured. Only comforts ist these items such age that mayhaps ist not Haverthorne to have been seen upon the stone ast bones reawakened. Such thoughts send me to tremble still.
 
To the north oft room of bones came upon room oft spider and dead rebuked. Those who linger beyond the beckoning oft death once more assailed Sir Ashton and let his sword do fly. Wast a great struggle yet the spiders and those that were now lay at rest once more.
 
Mine heart aches. Mine mind tires. Still must we press on.