Seeking a way to heal Galiene, or at the very least gather some more information, Alistan suggested we might find some answers in the tomb of the first king.
The idea certainly had merit, though I wasn’t entirely sure what he hoped to discover there. Still, at worst we would only lose half a day. At best, Galiene’s trials would finally be over. So we agreed and made our way to the mausoleum.
With Dadroz as our guide, who thanks to his ties with the Moon Blossom Circle had become quite adept at navigating these tunnels, we ventured deep into the mausoleum. Passing through ancient halls and an old temple of Bellanus that had not been touched for what felt like centuries.
Eventually, we reached a dead end. Yet Dadroz noted a shift in the stonework. Signalling that the tunnel had clearly been closed off long after its construction.
Finding no hidden doors or mechanisms that could allow us to pass, we concluded the only way forward was to break through. And Luke assured us that he could easily recreate the wall with magic later if it was needed. So, shifting her sword into a hammer, Liliana began vigorously smashing through the stone.
The first strike echoed like thunder. In response, I called on the nature spirits to muffle the sound of the following strikes. Both to avoid detection and to spare our ears.
After a few more strikes, the wall gave way.
As we pressed forward, the air grew heavier and closed in around us. Every footstep echoed like a warning. Our shadows, twisting and flickering under Luke’s light, danced like spectres on the walls, guiding us ever deeper into the abyss.
Soon, we came upon a massive double door set into the tunnel wall to our right. The corridor itself continued onwards, but this door clearly held significance. A quick inspection revealed three distinct locks, green, red, and black, holding it in place. Along with the name Ker Albus II, the first king, engraved on the surface. We had arrived at our destination.
Getting inside however would prove difficult. Dadroz explained that while no mechanical traps guarded the door, powerful enchantments had been placed upon it. Deadly ones, meant to strike down anyone who dared force entry.
Normally, Luke and Dadroz together could easily unravel such magic. But the oppressive atmosphere of the tomb made us hesitant. Instead, we decided to search deeper in the tunnels. For perhaps the keys we needed lay elsewhere.
We continued on until we found a smaller door to the left this time. Marked by flames, it was engraved with the name Cas Raal. And like the last, it was magically trapped. Though less intensely this time. Carefully, Dadroz disabled the runes that would have engulfed us in hellish fire. And the door slowly creaked open.
The room beyond resembled a burial chamber. Though most of it had been smashed to rubble. Only two features inside remained intact. A door on the northern wall and a lone candle burning brightly in the centre of the room.
Examining the door, Dadroz confirmed yet another magical trap protected it. As well as a riddle carved above the doorway:
“I am lighter than a feather
and rise to water’s top
But hold me for a bit too long
and you will most surely drop.”
While Hayley and I pondered the riddle, Dadroz worked on the door. When it opened, it revealed another ruined chamber. Everything inside shattered, save for a large firepit filled with ash.
Liliana held her blade into the pit. Dark blue flames surged from the steel, but the ashes didn’t catch.
Hayley stepped forward, confident that the riddle held the key. She spoke aloud the words “Breath”, but nothing happened.
Still, I felt she was close to the answer. We were only missing one final step. Then my eyes returned to the lone candle. Carefully, I blew it out.
Instantly stacks of wood and straw appeared in the firepit. Recognizing the solution at hand, Hayley lit them without hesitation. Igniting a massive blaze that illuminated the entire chamber.
We waited, holding our breath, as two dark shadows took shape in the flames.
Clawed feet scraped across the stone as two towering figures emerged. Gaunt, jagged forms of gleaming ivory bone, their long spiked tails whipping behind them. With pure hatred and malice in their eyes they gazed at us.
Bone devils.