[Haywire]

The Kemite people were very deeply spiritual, its culture filled with mythos of Orod creating the race, some believing it, some not. Aslan was quite prominent however in present day, almost all abandoning the past. The past lay here at Amelia's feet, the stone floors leading her from tomb to tomb, the bodies of the long dead calling to her in a sense, a valuable source of information at her fingertips.

Opting to take the way of the scholar, Amelia had heeded the warning and was for the meantime prepared whatever she might face, however the realm of the dead brought many surprises.

Walking down her chosen path of the quill, Amelia found herself walking down a deep, dark and long stone corridor that went on for a good two hundred feet. It was also on a bit of a decline as well, burrowing further and further into the earth as it went. The flicker of her torch revealed a large, rectangular entryway into a tomb ahead of her. It was a good 100 metres long and almost as wide. Two metre by a metre stone caskets were separated in one metre intervals, so to the estimation of Amelia, there was anywhere from seven hundred to nine hundred stone caskets in the room itself. The ceiling was a good six metres high and was inlaid with carvings of dragons, kemite symbols and prayers for the dead, all to help the dead pass to the next life.

In the centre of the room there was a stone tablet upon a pedestal. It was in Kemish, so Amelia couldn't decipher it unless she knew the language, however it was too short to contain all the names in the chamber. As she looked about the chamber, stone statues of howler monkeys and the marks of Orod and Aslan were littered about, carved into caskets, upon the walls, on the floor, all hand done by the looks of it and in a somewhat organized fashion. There were some wilted candles here and there lit in vigil for the dead by loved onces, but as Amelia observed the caskets, there were no names upon the dead and for good reason. If grave robbers knew the names of the people within the casket, they could rob their personal effects if their family had buried their loved ones with them. It was to hide the dead and protect them at the same time.

At the back of the chamber there were very large howler monkey statues, their paws raised in defiance, their maws opened wide. In between them was a raised stone picture of an Oroboros. It was usually the symbol that represented alchemists but it also represented the universal cycle of life, the end of something old and the beginning of something new. In traditional kemite fashion it had been placed upon the wall. There were three sections to the elaborate stone carving upon the wall, all three pieces raised out from the wall. In the flicker of the torch light, she could see a a depression on the snake's eye where a gem once was, but it was no longer there, as there was a good chance that it was stolen by a grave robber many many eras ago.

She had her work cut out for her. Where to start first? Silence enveloped her, the darkness encompassing all but the small radius of her torch.