Tales of Avanturia 1

Chapter 34: Cold Heat

After everyone had their moments of togetherness, they continued to venture deeper into the ruin. They caught up with each other in a big hall again. Lucia and Fenrock couldn't help but notice a little.. tension between Bella and Brynjolf – in a good way, that is.

„There you are!" Brynjolf said welcoming.

„Back together, we go." Fenrock replied.

„So, what now?" Lucia asked.

„If I'm correct, this is the hall of tales." Bella said, „We must be near the catacombs."

„And our goal." Fenrock added.

The four continued to walk to their goal, which lead them through the catacombs. The atmosphere was more unsettling than it was in the upper parts of the ruin and they began to wonder, how deep they actually are. Breathing also became more difficult as they got deeper due to the lack of oxygen, but it was still bearable.

Left and right were tombs, coffins with dead elves. It was also darker, because they had to make a light manually, but again, due to the lack of oxygen, the flames were small. They reached a point where they could see almost nothing.

„Did you hear that..?!" Lucia shrieked.

„Probably just a rat or something." Bella replied, hiding her own fear.

„Don't worry, elves are not known to wake up and get out of their graves." Fenrock replied jokingly, „Can any of you summon a light ball or something? I don't think, that the flames are gonna sustain for much longer."

„I could try to shoot one ahead." Lucia suggested. Her arm began to glow and she summoned a light ball, which quickly flew throug the hallway ahead of them. It stopped at a wall with a door.

„Just as I imagined.." Fenrock sighed, „Beware of traps, we're close."

„Traps?" Lucia repeated.

„Yes, watch, where you step." Fenrock commanded.

The way ahead of them was full of traps, pressure plates, maybe tripwire. Slowly and carefully they walked across the path, well, more or less.

„Brynjolf! What the fuck are you doing?!" Fenrock shouted, as he saw the gambler running across the area like a maniac.

„I'm a very lucky man!" he laughed. He already stood on the other side of the field, safe and sound..

Fenrock sighed, then continued on his way, as did the others. Finally, they all arrived at the door. They opened it, to reveal a gigantic hall, that reached up all the way to the surface, where snow came from. The room was very natural, there was a river, flowing across it, vines on the walls. On the other side was a podium with something on it – the sword!

It had a black handle and guard, and the blade looked like it was forged out of solid blood.

They approached it and just before Bella could grab it, Fenrock intervened, „Don't touch the blade!"

„Why not?" she asked suprised.

„Because even the slightest touch will cut you. And this sword will drain your blood." Fenrock explained, „This is a demon sword. I remember Harkon talking about it all the time, yet he never could get his hands on it."

A demon sword. One of seven weapons, scattered all around the world. They all have a unique trait, which make them so terribly powerful. The legend says, that each of the seven Hellraisers, the king's of every underworld realm, created those weapons to send them into the world of the mortal, where they should be used to create infinite chaos – much like the original purpose of the Blood Rose curse. However, their plan failed, when the Divine Saints, a servant organisation to the gods, amongst them Harimdir Va'kin, decided to seclude them and separate them all over the world, so they shall never be used for this massive chaos. Those weapons can never be destroyed.