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THE
LEGEND
OF THE
KEEP'S
HEART |
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t is told that the famous Tharian king Santhros the Wise traveled to all provinces to unite them under his supreme reign. So he arrived one day at the capitol of the Stratanian province, Thalambath. However, the Thalambathian government would not pay hommage to him, not until he had shown to be worthy: Santhros had to go into the dungeons to fulfill the ancient words said by the notorious wizard Thalambath himself (or so the legend says): "Only he, who is wise and
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Carrying torches they carefully made their way through the various chambers, pathways and stairs. Deeper and deeper they went, but never did they encounter anything more dangerous then a random crypt rat, who fled quickly upon hearing footsteps. Nothing but their own breathing disturbed the silence that was inside, an unnatural tranquility that lay heavy upon the musty and stuffy air. They reached another flight of stairs, and another. The trip into the deepest catacombs seemed endless and time passed by them unnoticed, but at last there was a gloomy green light ahead, the first light they had seen since they had left the surface hours ago, except for their torches. All five felt that this was the end of their adventure, and carefully, step by step they crept closer, until they entered the room from where the light came from. The silence was complete upon their entry, all of them held their breath. And breathtaking the sight was indeed: The room they had entered was filled with a strange, magical light from an unknown source. From the walls it seemed to come, and then again not. But they didn't look at the dull black walls. It was the object in the middle of the room that had caught their attention. There a large tomb lay, closed by a large slab of black stone. Upon the tomb the statue of a man was carved, clad in a wide cloak, a cap over the head. A dark beard ran down the body to his middle. There the hands lay, holding... the diamond. It was large, larger than any stone of value they had ever seen, a perfect round shape emitting the strange light like the rest of the room. Then Santhros stepped forward and as he moved deeper into the room four sentences formed upon the tombe, in the common tongue, the same four sentences he had heard before his quest: "Only he, who is wise and
strong enough He stepped again forward, his face set
stern, and gripped the stone with both hands. He lifted it with ease from the
tomb. But he had only taken the stone and a deep dark voice, serene and
terrifying at the same time, echoed through the room, making the ground shake
beneath his feet, and small pieces of stone fell from the ceiling as shivers ran
down his spine. The green light darkened. Only the eyes of the statue lit up for
a moment as the voice shook the foundation of the keep. |
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Story written
by
Gean Firefeet
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