Chronicles of Lormere

Collection: Submissions/Lormere - Guest Chronicle by Ghasty

​Azarias and Quaxius were traveling down into the dark abyss that was Lormere. He took an unlit torch from his rucksack.
​ "Fotralici ahl trasuja!" Azarias roared. Suddenly, a fire burst into life atop the torch. The torch illuminated the first twenty steps in front of them.

A handrail was to the right-hand side of them which protected them from falling and on the left-hand side was a large rock wall. They gradually descended further and further until they came to a landing. This landing was the gate leading into Lormere. No one was there to admit people into the city, or out of it. The large iron gate was open. The lock mechanism on the gate appeared to be broken. Somebody else had entered since the disappearance. The disappearance had happened two weeks prior, so raiders were a given. Azarias didn't want Quaxius to get hurt so he left Quaxius at the gate. Azarias went through the gate and went into Lormere.
His footsteps echoed as he walked through the barren entrance hall. He walked through this hall and entered a huge cavern with buildings, roads, and gardens. The gardens were slowly dying as no one was there to take care of them. Withering flowers and grass lined the roads of Lormere. The buildings reached to the ceiling of the cavern. He looked around to get a sense of his surroundings. He saw a street sign which read Sroln Road. He walked along this road until he came upon a grand garden. The garden had a gravel path leading towards the center of the park. Benches and dead trees lined the path along with occasional lamp posts. The lamp post cast no light upon the path for they were not lit. Azarias wandered along this path before coming to the center of the garden. The center consisted of a raised platform made of marble. Stairs led up to the top of the platform. Azarias walked up the stairs and looked at the intricacy of the platform. The platform was painted on the top to depict a strange scene. In the middle was what looked like some portal. Azarias had never seen anything like it. He had heard myths about portals, but none were like this one. Azarias had noticed the air around him had gone cold. He wrapped his overcoat tighter around his body. Suddenly, a shaking of the pedestal started and a portal like that in the painting ripped itself into existence in front of him. The portal was strange to Azarias, The inside of the portal was black with bright lines of color streaked throughout. Azarias looked back down at the painting and realized a man similar to him was entering the portal in the painting. Seeing this Azarias looked back up to the portal which was slowly growing smaller. He noticed this and stepped into the portal before it could close. A figure watched this from the shadows of a tree before turning and leaving.