Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20160808020912/@comment-5543592-20160808213317

"Where are you horsemen headed?" The lead bard asked, breaking into their conversation.

"I was just going to show you.  Come with me." Ishien motioned, leading them towards a different portion of the tower.

Elsewhere...

Daireg climbed the mounds of boulders and rocks that led up the mountain. It was a tall mountain, and not just that, but a volcano also sat at the top of one of the mountain’s many spires. Every once in a while the mountain shook with tremors—it would be active very soon. He had followed his map to here and, sure enough, a cave was directly in front of him.

He pulled a torch from back of his belt and struck it against the stones, igniting it, and then proceeding into the cave.

It was small, not deep into the mountain, and the floor was suspiciously flat. It had been worn over time, yes, as had the ceiling and walls, but it was distinctly man made and created by the Hiradirge, no doubt.

He moved through the cave, scanning the walls and floor, until noticing a large boulder detached from the cave wall. He approached it, rolled it aside, and discovered an alcove in the rock.

Daireg crouched down, shining his torch over the black hole in the wall, and then stuck his arm inside. He felt something that was hard, and certainly wooden, and pulled it out. It was finely polished box of wood, not looking a day old despite its most certainly ancient age. The cool, dry air and the thick of the cave and a thick coating of wax had prevented it from rotting.

The lid stuck as he pulled it open, practically sealed, but he applied extra force and with a crack, the lid sprung free.

Inside lay a single sheet of parchment, detailing all the awesome power of Pankratosword-- the true potential a swordsman could wield.

Daireg reached down and lifted the page so he could read it in the light.

The several thousand year old document crumbled in his hand.

“No!”   Daireg gasped, as the fragments of paper fluttered back into the box. He dropped both his torch and box as he frantically searched the parchment’s remains for something to use. “I will have my revenge!”   He declared, not willing to be denied.

He froze as he lay his eyes on one large piece of paper, which detailed a partial technique. A smile slowly spread across his face.

Chuckling to himself as he pocketed the scrap of paper, Daireg departed from the cave, leaving the box and the remains of the document where they lay.