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The blue leaves of the eucalyptus trees sparkled in the early morning mist as Karo reigned his horse in. The light from the suns barely cresting over the ridges of the Syl'rosyan valley as Karo looked over the ruins. The mist giving the strange structures an ethereal look as the soft white flowers of the trees gave off a sugary aroma. He had found what he was looking for, but at first glance the ruins only offered a sense of beauty and tranquility.
Getting down from his horse his feet become lost in the velvety clover that blanketed this part of the Restwood. The clover was known as Paradise Clover as they only grew in areas the elves frequented most often, such as the Laughing Water Grove and Moonspring Vale. The clover gave off its own aroma that was like fresh grass of the manicured lawns of the nobles that had just been trimmed. It was a place of beauty and undeniable aromatic pleasure something Karo would surely appreciate.
Following his footsteps towards the ruins that lay within the depression of the Tumba Karo was greeted by a cascade of frogs. The multicolored frogs hopped out of the clover patch as Karo disturbed their slumber in the early morning. Croaking and bouncing along the frogs seemed to be yelling at the disturber as they all hopped away from his path. Strange that they would come to suddenly, clear a path and then vanish into the tall clover patch again.
Finally reaching one of the entrances of the ruins Karo was greeted by a pitiful sight. The door to the ruins was leaning precariously, the roof have collapsed from the weight of itself. The darkness of the building could be seen a few feet from the entrance as Karo stood there ready to go on.
Hopefully he had brought a torch or a lantern to aid him Karo would surely set it aflame. Having to slouch slightly to get under the doorway Karo was brought into the world of the ancient ruins. The light from his flame caressing the walls as he went along, his feet wet from the soggy ground below him. Noticing the walls he would see that in certain areas there were writings placed along them, writing that strangely looked like elvish but he was unable to read it.
Continuing through the passageways Karo was forced to turn in a hundred different directions as he went along. There we no other hallways to go down except for the one that he traveled on. Having been within the ruins for nearly twenty minutes now he noticed the ground becoming far soggier and the walls starting to look far more eroded, the writing on them barely there. Clearly the flooding from season past had caused much of the damage to the ruins.
A crack echoed through the ruins. Another one following shortly after as Karo froze in his place. Then another this time louder then the first two which meant it was nearer. They sounded strangely like the crack of wood as if a tree had fallen in a storm. Suddenly the ground heaved and the walls buckled as the ground behind Karo gave way leaving him precariously holding his footing.
His weight must have been too much for the soggy ground to hold in his passing. If he continued would the same thing happen not only claiming floor but himself as well? There was no turning around now as there was only one hallway he had come down. Turning to look behind him the elf was greeted with an open chasm.
Wait. What was that? A blue flash of light caught Karo's eye as he turned. There it was again the same flash. Something was down there and it strangely called to Karo's sense of adventure that he had come to relieve. Would he continue to trod forward or would he take the chance to fall down into the pit to look for the compelling blue flash?
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