Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160726175355/@comment-28358106-20160727144443

Hound drinks the water. It is cool, and clear, and...

He has a vision. An ancient time.

Dwarves, in the long lost days of their dominion in the world, their vast underground empires sprawling beneath the earth. There is one Kingdom, separate from the others. Secret. Dark.

The Dwarves, researching. No, searching. Searching in their deep libraries, their ancient records, for an answer. After hundreds of years, they find one.

They build Golems. Thousands of them. Tens of thousands, possibly hundreds. The Golems are made to dig, to delve down, deep within the earth, making vaulted chambers and twisting passageways, down, forever down. Then, they reach as far as they can go. They can go no further. The Dwarves, using the knowledge they have gained, create sigils on the walls amd ceilings of the vaults and chambers.

Then the chambers are destroyed.

The Dwarves,  leaving the Golems in the vaults they created, collapse them, burying the Golems. At the end of their lives, the Golems only understand fear and confusion as their last moments in the world are extinguished. As they die, the sigils glow, collecting the essence of what is occurring.

That fear and confusion becomes a seed.

A deep seed, at the bottom of the ruins, forever sealed in a chamber. A mark upon reality. A Glyph.

And there, it waits...

Hound comes to, the flask in his hand. He hears a voice behind him.

"The Wells Of Bitter Truth have been known to drive men's minds to ruin," says a voice, deep and alluring. Hound and Cerberus turn. A red Mindflayer descends a staircase, smiling, like a shark circling a wounded fish.

"Fortunately forbus all,  you are not a man," she says. "Or, perhaps...too much of one." She smiles,  licking her lips.

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