On the Tomb of Tromar and the surrounding countryside
Apr 4, 2018 22:06:09 GMT
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Post by fiore on Apr 4, 2018 22:06:09 GMT
This being a report - encompassing the most noble and learned skills of archaeology, art history and topography - that I, Fiore Nero do entrust unto the good reader.
You may have already heard the story of how I, Fiore, journeyed bravely south to the Tomb of Tromar, with the help of a band of virtuous men.
You may have marvelled at how I, the aforementioned Fiore fired mighty sixty-foot blind shots from a shortbow against the orcs that attacked from the mountain before returning to cook a delicious breakfast.
And rumours indeed may be brewing of the humility with which I, the multifaceted Fiore, allowed everyone else to take basically all of the loot, so generous and gregarious is my nature, and nothing to do with my fear of my stronger companions.
But you cannot be prepared for the sheer narrative force with which I, Fiore, master of no less than three languages including my mother tongue, shall describe the layout and potential functions of Tromar's Tomb, and its place within a broader culture of its builders, who lived circa eight hundred years ago.
"How, o noble Fiore", you may ask, "did you date such a long-lost civilization of antiquity?" Well to this i can divulge that it was my incomparibly original compliments, with which I persistently showered a Dryad just south of town, who lives within an oak of the greatest antiquity, and who will forever remember the name Fiore and sigh, that allowed me to glean from her crucial facts that we can use to date this civilization.
From the Dryad's stump, which is but a pleasant stroll southwards from the last outlying village on the edge of civilization, a day's travel will take you through undulating highlands that rise and fall like the curves of the most voluptuous lover, and past the dried husk of a once mighty river. And from there, after a hardy trek that is not devoid of perils - for ice-wielding gremlins and treacherous crevasses await they that have not prepared themselves at the advice of Fiore - one arrives at the Tomb of Tromar.
We later discovered it to be a Tomb through the remains of its emponymous inhabitant, laid with ceremony within a sarcophagus of limestone and wielding a fire breathing axe of terrifying power. But as we travelled through our find I presumed, correctly, its nature through its embellished yet austere door, that was composed of a single slab of richly carved rock, and its symmetry, its central chamber forming a perfect square.
I, Fiore must mention the magical traps and well-forged necromantic bindings that betray a civilisation well-versed in the arcane arts, and I must also announce my regret that we could not reenter the Tomb upon our exit in order to remove its four marble pillars, which, though simple in design, were each carved from a single piece of rock that even the most splendid and illustrious cities of our own civilization could not replicate today.
And I will narrate to you now the most thrilling finding of my research, that will grace the devoutly dusted shelves of Kantas library for many years to come. I, the great Fiore, leaving the treasures yielded to my companions by the Tomb did converse with none other than the lingering ghost of Tromar himself, who was a king of this human people who buried their kings high up in the mountains.
I, Fiore learnt of his exploits against an ancient evil that once gripped these lands, how his defeat of his enemies at their tower of bodies led to a new era, and of the great wealth that he purposefully left to future explorers. And, though no visual evidence i encountered other than these during my expedition, I thought that the stupendous wealth of Tromar and his kingdom, and the foresight and purpose with which he left treasures for those long after the time of his death, betrays a wider culture of ritual burial and beliefs that may lead to the discovery of further sites.
And so I stipulate finally that this tomb is not an isolated example within these mountains, that there are certain to be more extraordinary finds up amongst these icy peaks, and that there is certainly much cause for funding further expeditions to include, amongst others, the great rogue, swordsman, scholar, and cartographer Fiore.
You may have already heard the story of how I, Fiore, journeyed bravely south to the Tomb of Tromar, with the help of a band of virtuous men.
You may have marvelled at how I, the aforementioned Fiore fired mighty sixty-foot blind shots from a shortbow against the orcs that attacked from the mountain before returning to cook a delicious breakfast.
And rumours indeed may be brewing of the humility with which I, the multifaceted Fiore, allowed everyone else to take basically all of the loot, so generous and gregarious is my nature, and nothing to do with my fear of my stronger companions.
But you cannot be prepared for the sheer narrative force with which I, Fiore, master of no less than three languages including my mother tongue, shall describe the layout and potential functions of Tromar's Tomb, and its place within a broader culture of its builders, who lived circa eight hundred years ago.
"How, o noble Fiore", you may ask, "did you date such a long-lost civilization of antiquity?" Well to this i can divulge that it was my incomparibly original compliments, with which I persistently showered a Dryad just south of town, who lives within an oak of the greatest antiquity, and who will forever remember the name Fiore and sigh, that allowed me to glean from her crucial facts that we can use to date this civilization.
From the Dryad's stump, which is but a pleasant stroll southwards from the last outlying village on the edge of civilization, a day's travel will take you through undulating highlands that rise and fall like the curves of the most voluptuous lover, and past the dried husk of a once mighty river. And from there, after a hardy trek that is not devoid of perils - for ice-wielding gremlins and treacherous crevasses await they that have not prepared themselves at the advice of Fiore - one arrives at the Tomb of Tromar.
We later discovered it to be a Tomb through the remains of its emponymous inhabitant, laid with ceremony within a sarcophagus of limestone and wielding a fire breathing axe of terrifying power. But as we travelled through our find I presumed, correctly, its nature through its embellished yet austere door, that was composed of a single slab of richly carved rock, and its symmetry, its central chamber forming a perfect square.
I, Fiore must mention the magical traps and well-forged necromantic bindings that betray a civilisation well-versed in the arcane arts, and I must also announce my regret that we could not reenter the Tomb upon our exit in order to remove its four marble pillars, which, though simple in design, were each carved from a single piece of rock that even the most splendid and illustrious cities of our own civilization could not replicate today.
And I will narrate to you now the most thrilling finding of my research, that will grace the devoutly dusted shelves of Kantas library for many years to come. I, the great Fiore, leaving the treasures yielded to my companions by the Tomb did converse with none other than the lingering ghost of Tromar himself, who was a king of this human people who buried their kings high up in the mountains.
I, Fiore learnt of his exploits against an ancient evil that once gripped these lands, how his defeat of his enemies at their tower of bodies led to a new era, and of the great wealth that he purposefully left to future explorers. And, though no visual evidence i encountered other than these during my expedition, I thought that the stupendous wealth of Tromar and his kingdom, and the foresight and purpose with which he left treasures for those long after the time of his death, betrays a wider culture of ritual burial and beliefs that may lead to the discovery of further sites.
And so I stipulate finally that this tomb is not an isolated example within these mountains, that there are certain to be more extraordinary finds up amongst these icy peaks, and that there is certainly much cause for funding further expeditions to include, amongst others, the great rogue, swordsman, scholar, and cartographer Fiore.
