Oceanus persisted ever onward, and at the end, the final and first chamber, he finaly unearthed this relic of bygone centuries. The ghost had laid itself to rest in the position it had left behind the trappings of mortality, overlapping the repulsive apparition with its very bones. In eternal slumber laid its master. Bones laid bare by the ravenous gnawing teeth of time, shining in a sickly yellow in the tenuous light of the torch, a dank breeze of wind pipping through the rips clad in rusted, decaying armor. The inquisitions cross, untouched and pristine, protected by higher will against the evil that lurks inmost dangled from his neck, proving his identity and Morganas design.
It was, so it appeared, hunger and thirst that had carried him away, his legs trapped in the cruel machinations of a hatch in the floor. A sudden and unfortunate event, but more than just good fortune for you, as he held open a gate that otherwise might have been lost in time for decades onward. Prolonging the inevitable the dog attempted to save this mans painful existance by bringing him food - and when that failed, serving him in that manner. Or so the dog-bone, clutched in the cadavers hand suggested. A leather sheath laid by him. In a desperate attempt to safe his life, he had removed it from his back, and must have struggled to activate the mechanism to free himself from hsi predicament, that surely was closeby. The blade however, remained strangely abscent. Morganas obvious excitement almost bordered arousal, her entire body shivering with a dosage of adrenalin large enough to cause a heart-attack.
"Yeeeehheesss.....this is him! It must be! Quick, help me find the mechanism, we must get through that gate! Can..can you imagine what might be down there?!"
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Topic: The Occult Hobby - IC Chapter 1: The witch of the bloody hill (Read 80742 times)