Journal of Boing Dalkamzefon
1st Slate
I descended down the mysterious stairway.
What seemed at first to be a single tunnel bled quickly out into numerous others, roughshod yet purposeful. This had been mined out to some end. These were no mere tunnels, but a labyrinth.
I wandered for what felt like hours, feeling the sharp turns and angles of the rock with my free hand, Brute_force sleeping restlessly as we moved through the darkness. The sounds of the fortress above echoed through the halls with an unsettling quality.
Finally, we found what appeared to be the end. A solid brass door. It yielded to my push.
Inside, a smooth marble chamber. An array of central pillars supported the ceiling, and fine stone statues lined the back wall. But in the centre, a sealed sarcophagus of finest platinum and exceptional make, for I know nothing that quite so glistens in the torchlight. A single name was embossed upon its base, and my thoughts squirmed as to the identity of the mysterious warrior that is doubtlessly interred here, the legendary hero that warrants such an ostentatious resting place. Who c
