He pouted, but soon enough the corners turned back upwards. Her face was worth the small rejection of a pet name. It still wouldn’t deter him, he’d merely save it for occasions when it would prove most effective. He could wait. “Pity, but I guess you like yours. Rut’theran is a mouthful.”
Each one he came across was slightly different. No tomb was the exact same, nor their decoration and method of decoding their mysteries. There were clues, hints left behind, but no manual for them to work from. The only thread that ran between them was the ancient elvhen script, yet even that required figuring out the cipher. The first ruin he ever climbed into had nearly killed him, but the puzzle had him return day after day until its key revealed itself. He had thought his father would deem the task a worthy one, but only a backhand to the jaw and a vicious verbal assault for defiling the place with his weakness had been the reward.
It did not dissuade his curiosity of the next ruin their clan pitched near to. Some he lacked the skill to unlock, his knowledge limited but in time he’d return and go off in search for others. This one… this was far more interesting than most.
Behind Solana he’d enter the antechamber, eyes trailing the curious writings now visible. Craning his head this way and that, he’d admire and attempt to figure out the murals, the ornate designs illuminating the space. There was a story being told, though he was unsure as to what it was about. It was jumbled, out of sequence that it read as mindless drivel.
“It’s some sort of instruction, or fable? I’m unfamiliar with this one.” None of the figures or names looked familiar, not an Evanaris or notable servant but someone worthy of their story displayed. “But it feels.. jumbled, out of sequence.” eyes narrowed critically, fingertips running along the nearest mural. “This….moves? Yes. But.. Do you recognize this story?”
Each one he came across was slightly different. No tomb was the exact same, nor their decoration and method of decoding their mysteries. There were clues, hints left behind, but no manual for them to work from. The only thread that ran between them was the ancient elvhen script, yet even that required figuring out the cipher. The first ruin he ever climbed into had nearly killed him, but the puzzle had him return day after day until its key revealed itself. He had thought his father would deem the task a worthy one, but only a backhand to the jaw and a vicious verbal assault for defiling the place with his weakness had been the reward.
It did not dissuade his curiosity of the next ruin their clan pitched near to. Some he lacked the skill to unlock, his knowledge limited but in time he’d return and go off in search for others. This one… this was far more interesting than most.
Behind Solana he’d enter the antechamber, eyes trailing the curious writings now visible. Craning his head this way and that, he’d admire and attempt to figure out the murals, the ornate designs illuminating the space. There was a story being told, though he was unsure as to what it was about. It was jumbled, out of sequence that it read as mindless drivel.
“It’s some sort of instruction, or fable? I’m unfamiliar with this one.” None of the figures or names looked familiar, not an Evanaris or notable servant but someone worthy of their story displayed. “But it feels.. jumbled, out of sequence.” eyes narrowed critically, fingertips running along the nearest mural. “This….moves? Yes. But.. Do you recognize this story?”
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