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ReaperOfFlames
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Things seemed to be getting colder than normal, even considering the group was surrounded by ice and snow. It wasn't a large change in temperature, so it wasn't anything that set off alarms for Castigarian, but it was enough for him to take notice of it, though only for a moment. He had other things to worry about right now, specifically finding a way out of here. His breath misted in the air as he continued his slow exploration of the cavern; everything here seemed older than time, preserved by the harsh Pegulian climate and whatever powerful magic that still lingered here. It was truly a moment caught in time, a still shot of the past as if nothing had changed from then till now.
Castigarian stopped for a moment to kneel down and examine a shield on the ground, hoping to perhaps find some sort of bearing on the timeframe they were dealing with here...but finding something more interesting instead. He reached out a hand to pick it up, only to find that it separated into a half as the light layer of snow that had covered it had hidden the fact that it had been split in two. He brought it closer to his face so he could more keenly inspect it; his first thought was that perhaps there had been some sort of battle here and someone with frightening power had done this...but things weren't adding up to that conclusion. A small ring of green tarnish around the edges was enough to tell the hunter that this shield was nothing short of pure bronze, a wholly useless material in the making of a spear considering how soft a metal it was on its own, but then why make a shield of it? An even closer look revealed that however it had come to pass that the shield had been split, the edges were too clean and straight to have been caused by any weapon in the heat of battle...there would have been jagged markings around the sliced area from the force applied.
Putting those pieces together, Castigarian came to the conclusion that this shield had been made for the sole purpose of being destroyed and left here...perhaps as some sort of offering? This, however, was Pegulian territory and those sort of votive rituals were more in the vein of those hailing from Viridos. It gave the large man a lot to think about as he stood back up and continued forward, only to be beset by a smaller forest kin as he was informed that Arcantos had found something big. With no further explanation, Castigarian watched him shuffle off to find the others as he turned back towards the way the Forest Kin had came and followed its tracks to see what all the fuss was about.
As it turned out, the fuss was quite worth making as the minute he stepped into the chamber, his eyes fell upon the giant, frozen visage of an ancient beast of lore...a dragon. "Gods alive..." he muttered under his breath as he restrung his bow around his chest and began to climb up towards where he'd seen Arcantos standing. It wasn't a long climb, but it was enough time for him to think, to think on things such as how such a thing could have gone unnoticed by the scholars of Pegulis for so long and what all of this meant for the caravan that was currently trying to make their way through all of this. He shook those from his mind in order to focus on the task at hand as he finally reached the top of his climb and pulled himself up onto the platform above, taking long strides until he was side by side with Arcantos, his eyes locked on the sarcophagus resting before him. "Th'ins 'ere jus' keep gettin' stranger 'n stranger, eh? Wha' d'ye reckon all this s'fer? Some kinda king's bur'al or somethin' like tha?"
Castigarian stopped for a moment to kneel down and examine a shield on the ground, hoping to perhaps find some sort of bearing on the timeframe they were dealing with here...but finding something more interesting instead. He reached out a hand to pick it up, only to find that it separated into a half as the light layer of snow that had covered it had hidden the fact that it had been split in two. He brought it closer to his face so he could more keenly inspect it; his first thought was that perhaps there had been some sort of battle here and someone with frightening power had done this...but things weren't adding up to that conclusion. A small ring of green tarnish around the edges was enough to tell the hunter that this shield was nothing short of pure bronze, a wholly useless material in the making of a spear considering how soft a metal it was on its own, but then why make a shield of it? An even closer look revealed that however it had come to pass that the shield had been split, the edges were too clean and straight to have been caused by any weapon in the heat of battle...there would have been jagged markings around the sliced area from the force applied.
Putting those pieces together, Castigarian came to the conclusion that this shield had been made for the sole purpose of being destroyed and left here...perhaps as some sort of offering? This, however, was Pegulian territory and those sort of votive rituals were more in the vein of those hailing from Viridos. It gave the large man a lot to think about as he stood back up and continued forward, only to be beset by a smaller forest kin as he was informed that Arcantos had found something big. With no further explanation, Castigarian watched him shuffle off to find the others as he turned back towards the way the Forest Kin had came and followed its tracks to see what all the fuss was about.
As it turned out, the fuss was quite worth making as the minute he stepped into the chamber, his eyes fell upon the giant, frozen visage of an ancient beast of lore...a dragon. "Gods alive..." he muttered under his breath as he restrung his bow around his chest and began to climb up towards where he'd seen Arcantos standing. It wasn't a long climb, but it was enough time for him to think, to think on things such as how such a thing could have gone unnoticed by the scholars of Pegulis for so long and what all of this meant for the caravan that was currently trying to make their way through all of this. He shook those from his mind in order to focus on the task at hand as he finally reached the top of his climb and pulled himself up onto the platform above, taking long strides until he was side by side with Arcantos, his eyes locked on the sarcophagus resting before him. "Th'ins 'ere jus' keep gettin' stranger 'n stranger, eh? Wha' d'ye reckon all this s'fer? Some kinda king's bur'al or somethin' like tha?"