Carsomyr
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Post by Carsomyr on Feb 24, 2011 16:49:20 GMT -5
Deep in the furthest reaches of the underground realm of the dwarves, a once-grand Thaig sat decaying under the shadowed archs of the enormous ceiling above it--archs held aloft by great stone columns that had been there since when the city had been in it's heyday. Once lived in by great men and women, it had been a grand center of learning and a fantastical cultural melting pot. Abandoned after becoming devastated by magical and Darkspawn plagues, the once flourishing metropolis fell to ruin and into obscurity--now it was only few that knew of the thaig's existence, and even fewer that remembered how to even find it. Far within crumbling halls, locked away in a vault was a treasure trove: gold, gems, jewelry and art pieces from dozens of different kingdoms, some as long gone as the city, filled the vault. Strewn about were valuable pieces of armor and weapons...but above them all, hovering just above a marble pedestal was by far the most valuable object in the room--Carsomyr: For of all the things in the vault, only Carsomyr bore intelligence, a mind of it's own. Only Carsomyr felt the passage of time, felt the crushing loneliness of being locked away for so long. The sword had long ago ceased calling for aid, for rescue, and for long dusty years had floated there silently, waiting, hoping... Perhaps in vain.
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