Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20170111042546/@comment-25073873-20170202112526

Tristan would reach the centre. The place which had the very Altar that Aeorin had the eyes of his child self torn out to be replaced by those of his adult self. Strangely, Vylliara was not there. The portal to enter the Fontaine crypt was activated, as always.

Through the distorted door to Oblivion. Tristan could spy endless rows of closed, metal coffins, ornate and beautiful, stacked as if infinite. The final resting place of every Fontaine who had died.

Normally, a cold wind would blow out to warn others to stay away, but this time, the portal radiated warmth and harmony...