Anthony Locke
I woke up on the next day, a cold morning greeted me as I jumped up the torn bed, picking up my bag and my bow, and putting my map back in my bag.
At first, I wondered where did Astaire and Samwell wandered to when I went exploring, but then I disregarded it, since they were obviously around. The first place I thought to go to was to the ruined temple I had seen yesterday, temples always have valuables, and I would love to check out how the temple would look like.
As I walked heading to the temple, the abandoned city had an air of beauty to it, like most places like this. I paced myself to get quickly to my destination, and as I arrived, I observed the place, examining its ancient architecture. The door, once adorned with various gemstones, had now empty sockets where those would lie, a sign that the place might have been already ransacked by now. I pushed the door open, making a loud creaking noise as it fully opened, and I entered. In the center of the room was an altar, with a book still laid over. I rushed there and took our carefully, arranging a place in my bag for it, as I started to mess around the offering chest, that was filled with clothing, and a few pieces of metal. The clothing did interest me, various robes with different symbols carved into them, probably coming from the religion once preached in this temple. After a few moments studying things into my bag, I headed down a hallway, to see what would lie at its end. At the end of the corridor was a broken wooden door, and broken planks thrown to the ground.
My common sense quickly told me something had been buried there, and was not supposed to come out, yet it did so, anyways. Curiosity got the best of me as I started to head down to what looked to be the tombs.
As I walked down, feeling the air getting heavy as I mumbled incantations to cast light into this place around me.
Various flags populated this place, their symbols being nearly fully destroyed, only the names at the bottom of the banners were intact, being that Haasil-Niv il Salistaive-Niv Leassin, which meant the capital of the Salistaire County. I did not know how hadn't anyone ever noticed not wrote about this place... Perhaps none ever returned alive from the Black Road? I shivered out of mere thought.
A/N yes, this one had half the words, but it will have at least five parts so I need time. Thanks for comprehending.
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The Seven Relics of Magicians
FantasiAnthony was what one could call an ordinary man. He did involve himself in the study of magic, but was never really much experienced with it. That all changed within a day. He was called for a meeting in the local clan of mages, the Red Dragons, as...
