Glad of the extra light Nicolai approached the first unopened coffin to see if he could wedge it shut.
Maruc kept a steely eye on the coffins not slackening his grip on his Halavist symbol.
Feldard paused his approach as the book on the stand rose and he stared at it warily from a distance, suspecting a trap. “Nicolai, Miklos.. what say you of this? Magical or mechanical?”
Panic began to subside in Hasan. He tried to study the woodworking of the coffin, but the short time he was able to devote to this task. From what he could surmise, the defiled coffin did indeed seem as thought it could have belonged to his clan’s founder.
Like a moth to a flame, Miklos glided over to the revealed plinth. “Aha! The dead speak at last. Let us see what troubles them…”
The strange blue luminescence drew Hasan’s attention away from the coffin. Following behind Miklos as he approached the book, the elf shivered at its antiquity and watched warily as the human opened the book. As the page was turned a wizened elven voice emanated from the tome, speaking simultaneously to each of the group in their native tongue.
Receive the tale of years!
The light in the room dimmed as Hasan and Miklos looked at the open page of the book, which was blank.
Come woodland folk and gather near,
The tale of the black wizard’s keep to hear.
Whence long ago, in a younger age,
The Dark One was defeated by Elyas the sage.
The Black Opal found increased his magical might,
But led the clan of Elyan away from the light.
The Sisters Three wished to heighten their power,
Rained flame and stone upon the tower.
Elyas trapped each witch in a dragon’s eye,
But the Opal ensured they did not die.
As Elyan raced to destroy the Stone,
A granite mountain crushed the mage in his home.
The spell ne’er completed, the three sisters wait,
In eternal suspension until by some fate
Their souls are released upon innocence sweet,
The revenge they will reap upon all they meet.