As the party made its way northward towards the center of the valley, passing by decayed buildings and shrines to ancient dieties and idols, Feldard frowned and moved forward to nudge the mage who seemed all giddy at the ancient ruins about them. “So remind me again.. what was the purpose to our being here?”
Feldard’s question to Miklos perked his interest. He moved closer to hear the answer while maintaining vigilance of their surroundings.
Ludo crouched down beside a rock keeping a look out, he was interested in what the others had to say. His reason for being here was quite straight forward, he felt a debt had to be paid to the others for saving his life, plus there was the added benefit of some riches and fame to be gained. This land had been hidden for hundreds perhaps thousands of years, who knew what riches could be found here?
“This is a place reminds me of the Elyan. A people who hid themselves behind great guardians and walls. I must know more of their fate, to know my own better,” intoned Hasan, in an uncharateristically somber tone. “Let us not pass these shrines lightly. It is early in the day. I would see more of them.”
“Similar and probably as ancient, Hasan.” said Miklos taking in the sight. “Save the birds, it looks like we are the only visitors here many long years. To protect itself, apparently unmanned for so long must have taken very powerful sorcery. I recommend caution within the valley. Hukaatan culture to our experience so far has been somewhat defensive as you say. Note the villages and shrines dotted about, nothing too big. I’d have expected something more…ah… ostentatious? Especially of a culture that spanned many leagues into the world beyond? Something more the size of Specularum? Even leveled to the ground Specularum would leave some scars that are not evident here. Still, experience tells us that they constructed mainly underground, I suspect there is more to the place than meets the eye.”
The mage turned to Feldard, “We are here to ensure that the Son’s of Night have not been here before us and to determine what they were after. There are many secrets here, I do not believe that the Hukaatan’s were evil but held magics coveted by men of evil. We must seek to understand why they were searching for this land. So far we have only conjecture. We need facts.” he looked back down the valley. “Some facts may be well concealed.”
“See that village yonder, its not too far let us see what it has to offer some road wary travelers?”
Maruc shaded his eyes. There were quite large altars dotted around the valley below them. “If we get the opportunity I’d like to take a look at those shrines, it will give us a clue as to what type of people the Hukaatan’s were, usually you get life scenes and whatnot? Remember the Elyan Temple? Lots of artwork.” the elf eye’d him, “Ah, Hasan of course you do!”
He followed Miklos’s sight, the village was quite close. “Yes of course, we shall take a look at the village ahead. Perhaps we can find out why the Hukaatan race faded? Let us hope it wasn’t some vile pestilence eh?” Maruc cheerfully shouldered his shield, followed the others and began to wonder why his armour wasn’t bothering him anymore.
It did not take long to descend down into the valley and the first abandoned village. It was truly deserted. Amongst the building structures, they found nothing but mundane eating utensils and tools for daily living, bowls, cups, bone combs and the like. In the center of the village was a Hutaakan statue. It was defaced and smashed.