Buried Secrets: There is a place I have never spoken but once impressed me greatly. In all my travels from one end to the other of the continent - the City of Crystal thousand flares in the West Sea, the city-states ruled by the King of Kings the steel towers of Brass, Misty Mountains Icy Lands in the far north of Quys - Ive never met other place as incredible and improbable in my life. It seems that it was built long before the Age of Giants. According to the Kral Hystoriis was at the Dawn of Civilization Hunkaii. It was also before the extension of the frontiers of the Old Kingdom to the Elvish Eastern shores of the Sea without name. At that time, the Pillars of the World were still stuck in the muck of Kadath. They do not emit their silent lamentations; their enigmatic texts mixed with scarlet filaments were not yet fully prepared. Titanic creatures is called Dragons - and have now almost completely disappeared - had not yet given birth. The Hystoriis Kral says it was one of the twelve Wonders of the World. Clinging to the cliff atop Pic Akkroth, it has been abandoned for almost three thousand years. He was evacuated by disaster in Twelfth Night; on the eve of the Fall of Invincible Coalition. And it was never reoccupied since. It is about three hundred feet high. It is carved in the hardest rock and erected one block. Gold and silver veins cheminent up and down its walls. Like giant cobwebs intertwined, they spangle beautifully. Then they get away before disappearing mountainside. Also dot the huge carved faces the grinning faces. They seem to scream an insane pain; they seem to cry tears of blood and implore the gods to save their souls. The Varys Mysteriis do you also not explain it that this place was built in part with the blood shed by Hunkaii slaves who participated in its erection. Do not mention it to you that these sacrifices were the victims in order to water the foundations of their vital energy. You do not remember it that myriads of them suddenly disappeared overnight after the completion of its construction. Do you have they been buried alive in very specific places thereof to optimize the Magick which it is impregnated. Of course, dozens of Myths and Legends run on it. Some are nightmarish, others are enchanted. Most have their origin is lost in the dawn of time. But all the books that refer to have been lost or destroyed. Manuscripts were sometimes stolen, shell, reworked by Princes Wizards of yesteryear. The vast majority were burned during funeral ceremonies atonement, during the Great Inquisition. The only trace about him, it is only through the pages cracked and crumbled the Kral Hystoriis that I discovered. Nevertheless, what I just described is nothing compared to what lies within her womb. But it is only when I have personally explored as I am aware. For what is most impressive in this place, it is not the monstrous gargoyles which protects it from intruders. It is not demonic idols shredded entrails fanning its soil through. These are not the cries of agony we are sometimes seen. These are not the infernal whistling emerged from nowhere that paralyze you instantly; before vanishing abruptly around in limbo evanescent. These are not the fiery eyes of unsightly statues of these tortured humans who hide in every corner of his devastated rooms. No, its labyrinthine and winding stairs that spangle. They are many and various, I admit: some lead to dead ends or graying walls. Some follow corridors and filthy levels. Other bypass pillars carved with the arms of the Dark Fiznir. They then rise to its most barren blackness; there are hidden or dying bodies of Elves and Humans bewitched; where, transformed into reptilian beings Hybrid body outsized arms and sharp nails. They slip in the most unhealthy corners; where stalactites ooze their nauseating fumes; where spectra and multifaceted Guardians bold blend into the night most abscondre. Others overlap and tangle until heights or depths amazing. It is certain that the hundreds of stories that flood are nothing compared to the Mysteries which encumber. Mechanisms like these monumental, these cogwheels saturated cracks and fissures without primers; or these levers and recessed rivets where these seized or zero can not reach them. Riddles what they conceal you necessarily. For, no doubt, they are innumerable. And it is only fragmentary, and without the opportunity or the ability to be here, that I will have between sighted. In fact, it was only briefly and humbly I address you these few lines. Never want to see this cursed place where I ventured a few moments. For it is death or dementia who await you. I who have briefly described one of his most impressive aspects Ive already told you too. But know that this is to warn those who try to decipher what the Hystoriis Kral is unable to disclose that I take it upon myself to insist. There are places in this world that do not touch. And he that dwelleth between the Misty Mountains and the Gulf Dark is one of those that should not wake up ...
Posted on: Mon, 27 Oct 2014 14:57:19 +0000
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