Writing of the Ancients


“That went easier than I would have expected. No small thanks to you Priest. Well done, Maruc!” Feldard commented as he took the time to wipe bits of rotted flesh from his axe blade. He moved back to his position in the doorway and resumed his watch. As these things seemed to be able to crawl up from the very ground he would need to be extra watchful. “So who’s gonna be the one to open that there thing?” Nodding towards the sarcophagus.

Maruc grimly thrust his symbol back under his tunic. He gazed with open revulsion at the charnal house gore that spattered the room. Poor souls! He couldn’t begin to understand the thinking behind the creation of these creatures. What kind of person would do this to another sentient being, even an evil one? He’d heard people call the Halavist ethos insane, but this was so graphic in its insanity all else in Maruc’s experience paled into insignificance.

At Feldard’s words, a light returned to his eyes. “Gauging by our recient experiences and depending on how heavy it is, I’d suggest strapping it up and dragging it outside into the daylight. We can uncover the contents under the sturn gaze of the sun. After all this isn’t a race is it?” Marucs humour started to return to him.

After a bit, Saeth stopped studying the new blade in wonder, and looked up at the others, huddled in conversation. “You want us to haul that thing outside? Which one of us looks like a packmule? Come now, someone bring a torch over this way.” She stepped up to the dias, ready to throw the engraved lid to the floor.

“Before we do anything with it I think I should finish checking to see if it is trapped, having been disturbed by those old bones,” suggested Nicolai.

“None of us are pack mules, Saeth. What I think Maruc means is that creatures of darkness are repelled by light.” Miklos turned the the priest, “Am I correct Maruc? And if the contents of the sarcophogus is another member of the unquiet dead then surely a logical precaution would be to open it outside. Why would you want to take the risk for a few moments labour? We can all carry it you know and this is not a race as Maruc aptly put.”

“But either way I would like to decipher the language on the casket before we open it. We might discover something important. If you can give me a moment I will research a new method I have recently learnt.” Miklos pulled out his spell book, and opened it to the Read Languages incantation.

Maruc smiled openly and patted Seath in a commradely fashion, “Mistress Saeth, for one who is essentially immortal you are quiet impatient!”

“Well while we are awaiting Miklos’s intelligence on the writing, I’d suggest we confirm that these unlucky souls in the centre of the room suffered from ‘death by zombie’ rather than something more insidious.” Maruc began to investigate the skeletal remains on the floor. “Come Seath, you can vent your frustration on these if you like. See, these poor fellows have been partially eaten…”

As the mage reviewed his spellbook, Nicolai searched the sarcophogus thoroughly for traps, but found none.

Miklos invoked the spell and the cuneiform imprinted upon the sarcophogus scrambled before his eyes, and reformed into the familiar characters of his own language. Something was not working though. The letters were unstable, and moved about as Miklos tried to focus on the words. He could only read fragments of the ancient writing. The Dread Night, Nithia, Nyx, Taymora, Black Opal Eye, Undeath, Sacrifice.



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7 responses to “Writing of the Ancients

  1. Halav Commands You!:
    Saeth: 10xp +10xp
    Maruc: 10xp +10xp
    Miklos: 10xp +5xp +10xp
    Nicolai: 10xp +10xp
    Feldard: 10xp +10xp

    Saeth: 3170/4000
    Maruc: 3060/6000
    Miklos: 3030/5000
    Nicolai: 2840/4800
    Feldard: 2965/4400

  2. Miklos (Mu 2)

    Miklos finished the last of the sylables of his incantation…

    “Hmm interesting The Dread Night, Nithia, Nyx, Taymora, Black Opal Eye, Undeath, Sacrifice.” He produced his parchment and made notes. “This Sevastian has indeen uncovered some secrets. Give me access to the Guild library and a week of research and I would begin to understand the direction he took in his studies.”

    “But I doubt you’d give me time for that luxury. So I guess we should do as Maruc suggested and take the thing outside and open it in the sunlight.”

  3. Maruc (Clr 3)

    Maruc finished investigating the corpses for anything interesting and located a couple of old belts in the wreak as well. He did his best to fasten the lid down for the short trip outside with them. He went round to one end of the casket and hefted it for weight.

    “OK if no one objects I’d like to open this outside. I could use a little help though.”

  4. Saeth Tegau

    Saeth stood back, watching the proceedings and wracking her brain for any reference to Nithia or Taymora. Failing to invent any, she began humming rhymes to them, Taymora and flora, Nithia and…
    The priest’s plea broke her reviere, but failed to drive her to action. She didn’t like the idea of dragging that onerous stone frame outside. Leave it for the strapping Dwarf. After all, what else did they do in their tunnels, save drink and haul rocks back and forth?

  5. Miklos (Mu 2)

    “Taymora… Taymora.” Now he had said it out aloud it reminded Miklos of something he’d read in his studies.

    Taymora it was a place name of dread. Yes it was a place rather than a person. Now who or what or where was Nyx or Nithia?

    “From my old studies I recall that Taymora is a place or nation of dread. A home of Necromancer Kings I think. The other references I suspect are more your line, priest.”

  6. Maruc (Clr 3)

    “What do you mean? That they are the names of temples of evil? I’m afraid I do not recognise the names you refer to. Perhaps the Goddess Nithia is some deity in command ofthe river of Nyx? Who knows? It is unwise to guess perhaps the church at Speclarum might be able to enlighten us, but that may be for later. As for Black Opal Eye and the other references to dread nights, undeath and sacrifices I can only speculate.

  7. Feldard (Dwf 2)

    Seeing the Cleric needed help, the dwarf was more than happy to lend his strength to the task of dragging the beastly thing outdoors. “I’ll help with that Maruc” Doing so was better than being left as the rear guard that’s for sure. As for the gibberish that Miklos had discovered by his reading, bah! It made no sense to him so he chose to ignore it.

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