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Grim · November 8, 2006, 09:39 PM

As they trekked through the snow, Shiandi making a furrow in the wet snow for Amelia to follow, the scenery slowly changed. The trees didn't quite give way to anything, but in between them small bumps in the snow appeared. Dusting the snow off one of them revealed a small tombstone, as they went deeper in the small bumps in the snow became larger and then larger still. Parts of them sticking out of the snow, a statue of an Allerian, slowly giving in to the decay of ages here, a triangle and two birds about to take flight there.

The crumbling stone gave them all a defaced look, but there had been none but them here for so long. An unnatural hush covered the ancient graveyard, no birds cawed or sung, no animals traipsed through the snow. There was just the two of them.

Finally though they reached what was undoubtedly a roof. A small stone crypt sticking out of the ground. "There's a shovel in one of the bags," Shiandi said, "dig the door free." Using a finger to indicate which side of the building the door was on. It was a large, oaken door, with rusting, iron twisting and winding around its frame, forming the shape of a skull right in the middle of the door.

Shiandi stood there, quite silently while Amelia dug and once it was done to her satisfaction she descended onto the bare patch of ground Amelia had made and brought a key out from her bag, it slid into the lock slickly.

"Get the bags," was all Shiandi said as she slid the door outwards. There was a small alcove where torches were resting, one of those in hand she journeyed down the stone staircase and into the depths below. Under the flickering light of the torch mistress and apprentice descended.

It was hard to tell how long they walked. It could have been five minutes, it could have been five candlemarks, the ancient, crumbling stones on both sides, seemed to offer no discernible difference from each other apart from a slight tendency grow browner and dirtier the further they descended.

Finally, they came upon a room in the depths of the crypt. Alcoves were in place at regular intervals, filled with dead bodies long since deceased by the look of their decay. Small spider's web's ran across the inert bodies.

Four large bronze braziers rested in a circle around the middle of the room, the flickering light of the torch making their intricate carvings seem to dance some sinister dance, "Fill these with the coal,"'said Shiandi, "it's in one of your bags." What was perhaps more disturbing than the corpses though, more disturbing than the dancing images of twisted men and women on the braziers was what was in the middle of the room.

In the deep earth chill of the room a large altar rested, with enough room for a person to lie on, and then some. The grey stone was covered by a dark brown substance it had been Amelia's unfortunate destiny to run into several times before. This was blood. Old blood. And nestled all around the altar were a variety of bones, some of which were undoubtedly human.

So the question was, why had Shiandi brought her here in the middle of the night?

November 8, 2006, 09:39 PM	#5 (permalink)
Grim Retired Join Date: Jun 2003 Location: Nexus Prime Posts: 3,223	As they trekked through the snow, Shiandi making a furrow in the wet snow for Amelia to follow, the scenery slowly changed. The trees didn't quite give way to anything, but in between them small bumps in the snow appeared. Dusting the snow off one of them revealed a small tombstone, as they went deeper in the small bumps in the snow became larger and then larger still. Parts of them sticking out of the snow, a statue of an Allerian, slowly giving in to the decay of ages here, a triangle and two birds about to take flight there. The crumbling stone gave them all a defaced look, but there had been none but them here for so long. An unnatural hush covered the ancient graveyard, no birds cawed or sung, no animals traipsed through the snow. There was just the two of them. Finally though they reached what was undoubtedly a roof. A small stone crypt sticking out of the ground. "There's a shovel in one of the bags," Shiandi said, "dig the door free." Using a finger to indicate which side of the building the door was on. It was a large, oaken door, with rusting, iron twisting and winding around its frame, forming the shape of a skull right in the middle of the door. Shiandi stood there, quite silently while Amelia dug and once it was done to her satisfaction she descended onto the bare patch of ground Amelia had made and brought a key out from her bag, it slid into the lock slickly. "Get the bags," was all Shiandi said as she slid the door outwards. There was a small alcove where torches were resting, one of those in hand she journeyed down the stone staircase and into the depths below. Under the flickering light of the torch mistress and apprentice descended. It was hard to tell how long they walked. It could have been five minutes, it could have been five candlemarks, the ancient, crumbling stones on both sides, seemed to offer no discernible difference from each other apart from a slight tendency grow browner and dirtier the further they descended. Finally, they came upon a room in the depths of the crypt. Alcoves were in place at regular intervals, filled with dead bodies long since deceased by the look of their decay. Small spider's web's ran across the inert bodies. Four large bronze braziers rested in a circle around the middle of the room, the flickering light of the torch making their intricate carvings seem to dance some sinister dance, "Fill these with the coal,"'said Shiandi, "it's in one of your bags." What was perhaps more disturbing than the corpses though, more disturbing than the dancing images of twisted men and women on the braziers was what was in the middle of the room. In the deep earth chill of the room a large altar rested, with enough room for a person to lie on, and then some. The grey stone was covered by a dark brown substance it had been Amelia's unfortunate destiny to run into several times before. This was blood. Old blood. And nestled all around the altar were a variety of bones, some of which were undoubtedly human. So the question was, why had Shiandi brought her here in the middle of the night?