19th Day of Fall, 510 AV
Sour dreams had plagued Kh’Ryll tonight. He had dreamt about inspecting a cave in the jungle, a cave that lead him deep into the earth. He remembered fearing the darkness and its possible dangers that lurked inside of it. He hadn’t fled, although he was scared he kept pressing onwards into the cave. For reasons he could not tell he had to explore it ‘till the end. After a long time of slowly inching forward with a hand on the slimy inner wall of the cave as a guide he finally reached the end, an illuminated chamber. It contained a rack of weapons, some masks and clothing hung upon another wooden rack. But the most peculiar was a tomblike structure in the center of the room.
Kh’Ryll had grabbed one of the torches that were placed in their iron shackles against the walls. He approached the tomb and tried to read what was written on the sides. It was in a weird language that he didn’t recognize. Granted, he doesn’t know any other language than Common. He pushed at the thick stone plate that was put on top of the tomb to try and see the insides and to his delight it worked.
The insides were revealed, together with a cloud of dust. As he peered over the edge a skeleton arm reached out and grabbed him by the throat, denying him any air and striking him with unparalleled fear. His eyes, first fixated on the arm then on the torso and then on the skeleton face which turned and looked him straight in the eye, spoke in a tongue unbeknownst to him yet he in his dream he knew what he was saying.
‘ You are not worthy! ‘