“Once, a very long time in the past, in my youth, I served as a caravan guard crossing the deserts of Qeen, a visit of round a half flip all in all, crossing by means of the kings street. I made the crossing about 4 or 5 occasions – the lads in that caravan have been hardened and bolstered by each youth and good, boisterous braveness, fed by the frequent clashes with bandits, desert beasts, and different hazards that the crossing was identified for.
One night time we stayed in an errant wreck to shelter from a sandstorm. There was one thing in regards to the place that set the hackles ablaze with ailing feeling. Thorough examination of the world introduced nothing, however into most of the stones of that place we discovered a curious marking – a single indentation, coiled and sinuous, as if one thing had been sealed in there, contained in the stone itself, maybe for millennia. Though we couldn’t clarify how, every man of that expedition, and there have been fifty one thing of them, reacting nearly instinctively with nearly violent repulsion. Without any cause to suppose so, we by some means knew what had been encased in that stone was older than time itself.
We misplaced three males within the sandstorm making an attempt to escape that place, however given no different quarter, we had no selection however to bivouac there. It was one of the crucial harrowing and uneventful nights of my profession. The firm parted quickly after. We misplaced the abdomen for the work.”
– Graves, belligerent knight
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