The Azamguhl

Remains

Abe had entered the crypt and it immediately felt like someone was watching him. There were torches black and charred on the walls. His eyes wandered to the far end of the hall and there was a tomb erected out of the ground. He walked toward it and slowly started to shiver could see his own breath. Abe then gripped his sword tighter and saw and inscription written in that ancient language.

Fortunately for him, there was a note on top of it, assuming it was a reword of the inscription to English. He picked it up and read the following aloud: "He who lies has been shunned. Thou is a liar, thief, and dictator. He shall be entombed in this crypt until proven he may be released. With him, lies a powerful weapon. If you awaken him, you shall feel it's wrath." He took a cold breath and put the note down.

Abe was wavering whether or not to open the tomb. 'A powerful weapon' the phrase rang into his head. He set the rusty sword on the ground. Curiosity got to the best of him, and was willing to open the tomb. The lid was made of a heavy brick, so he had to try all his might. His feet begun to slide across the rocky flood. The lid wouldn't move an inch and he had to catch his breath. He bent over and put his hands on his knees.

Abe went over to some broken floor bricks and picked them up and heaved them to the crypt. He made a little incasing for both his feet. Abe put his feet in there and started to push the tomb lid again. The bricks pushed back on his feet so he couldn't slid backward. The lid started to move little by little and after a few seconds fell of the tomb and broke. Abe wiped his hands on his shirt and looked into the tomb.

There lied a body, covered in dust and all but bone and clothing. The figure had on a robe, and had a blue mask on. The mask was carved out of metal and stone, and appeared in the form of a mans blank expressionless face. The made had his arms crossed at the middle, with a dagger in between his hands. The dagger had a red sheathe and a red and gold handle. Abe made a slow grab for the dagger and plucked it from the cold fingers of the body.

He turned away from the tomb to examine the dagger. Abe noticed markings on the handle, it appeared to be a dragon dancing with flames. He unsheathed the dagger and held it up. The crimson dagger shined, and the air turned heavier. All was quiet, as if the dagger was waiting for Abe to speak up. Abe smiled at the dagger and hooked up the sheathe to his belt and put it in there. He felt powerful, and the dagger stood out. All regular clothes and a bright red dagger at his side.