Chronicled by: Ghasty & Logan
Logan walked into the glowing cavern. Glowing fungi in varying hues lined the walls. Speleothems dotted the cavern’s floor and ceiling. A small pool of water stood at the end of the cavern. A throne-like stone jutted out of the center of the pool. Upon the stone sat a skeleton. The skeleton wore a crown and held a golden orb with Okkathian runes carved into it. Blue light emanated from the runes. Carved into the stone behind the skeleton’s head was an inscription. The inscription was written in an old and forgotten tongue. It said ‘Yahlim aor ovolix yopo deruztassein ahl dornos zo Regsailen Drellralf ehl Trezea!’
Logan ventured deeper into to the cavern towards the pool. He stared at the skeleton and then at the inscription. He took a moment for the inscription to be sent through and translated by his mental database. A choppy translation came back from the database. It read ‘Woe those who bother the sleep of Third King Drellralf!’ Logan decided he would bother the king. He reached out and took the orb. As he held the orb studying it, the cavern began to shake violently. The fungi which lined the room slowly glowed dimmer. Speleothems began to fall from the ceiling. The glow of the mushroom began to float out of the mushrooms and surround him. The light then became absorbed into Logan’s body. This energy morphed into glowing armor with bone-like spikes sticking out. This armor became attached to his body. The skeleton’s eyes blazed to life. The eyes were like red wisps of flame in the empty chasms of the skeleton’s eye sockets. The skeleton rose and began to scream.
“Mouz eno proghjus res dous!” The skeleton screamed, “Ieg thezelin malase dornos!” Logan let this go through the shoddy translator. It came out as ‘Can not read tongue you! I wanted just sleep!’ Logan sent a sentence through the translator.
“Ieg sugam izusa!” Logan yelled. Surprisingly, the translator was able to translate ‘I’m Sorry’ correctly. The skeleton was not appeased by a simple apology.
“Ieg cazconi epacthi zo gzodferuglanar emane!” the skeleton chanted. Logan didn’t need to translate this. A steel sword bursted into existence. The sword had a golden hilt with a spinel gem socketed into it. The skeleton grabbed this sword and advanced towards Logan. Logan dodged as the sword was swung at him. Logan reached for the side of his leg and acted like a handle was there. And waited for the Drellralf to make another move. Drellralf started towards Logan, but as he moved forward the life around him went dark and soon too the cavern. The only thing creating light was the blazing eyes of the lifeless husk. When he came near his blade started to burn like a loud hellfire. Logan’s hand suddenly had a handle within it and began lunging forward. As he lunged forward a yellow glow came from the sword. The cavern started having exchanges of fire and yellow energy as the two swords clashed together. Eventually Drellralf made the being blow to Logan, his left side collapsed. He fell to the ground and laid motionless as Drellralf moved towards him. Then Drellralf took his sword and clasped both hands on the handle. He raised the sword above head and prepared to thrust the flaming beast into his back. As the Sword came down Logan revived back to life and caught the beast, only to bring the beast down on his arm.
The metal melted like butter against the flame, but somehow still had a loud snap. Logan lifted his right arm, pulling Drellralf’s arm down along with his whole body. Logan lunged himself on top of the skeleton, summoned a yellow blade of glass, and stabbed it into the ground next to the skull. The ground around the yellow blade turned to glass and so did the the skeleton named Drellralf. The glass started to glow bright and brighter till it was blinding. Then the hellfire of the blade diminished to nothing but ash. A man laid on the floor and turned to look at Logan and opened his mouth to speak. Drellralf found himself in shock as no noise shrieked from his mouth, then Logan opened his mouth and his voice echoed throughout the dead cavern.”You live aging and my gift is mandatory, but at a cost. Your recreation is human, you only know how to hear and will have to relearn your native language through the lessons of the people, the good of others, and common linking of the people of your so called dead civilization. THESE ARE THE DESERTS FOR YOUR CRIMES! You will be good and reforge your life to something greater than the malice of Xaneduazahl that had consumed you. Walk forth out of these caves, to the fields, mountains, valleys, lakes, towns, and cities, for that’s why I brought you back. Walk among these and the adventures that come with these places might help to recover the lost thoughts of your people. Share these and all shall prosper. I bid you farewell.” Logan stood, turned around and left the cave, leaving the man alone and confused.
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