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.Her mind a haze of dust and melted thought, it took her several moments to realizeshe no longer walked upon the shifting sands of the desert, the quiet crunch of broken252 Tim Marquitzglass beneath her heels.She glanced down to see the land had transformed from softgold to a crystalline blackness that cracked under her weight.Almost too weary to lift her chin, she forced her head upright.Where the desert hadonce filled her sight, it was now a field of black glass that stretched into the distanthorizon.The whistle of the desert wind, the only sound she d heard for miles backbesides her panted breaths and the whisper of the sand under her feet, had beenreplaced by an eerie creak.Like a frozen lake, the obsidian crystal moaned under itsown weight, tiny cries of its suffering calling out to her.Nowhere but forward to go, a sentence of death at her back, Braelyn continuedwithout pause.She made an effort to keep her sword from dragging along thecrystalline floor as she pushed on, forcing her feet to move ahead one step at a time.Though she had no sense of time and knew not how long she traveled over the glass,the obsidian desert only became a different kind of torture as the heat was reflectedupward to bake her from both top and bottom.She willed her feet forward, each stepmore arduous than the last until the came to a muddled realization.She stood in shadow.She raised her eyes only to find the once unfathomable distance that had sprawledout before her to have been cut short to little more than a couple of horse lengths.Awall of black glass towered before her.It rose up over a hundred feet into the brightmorning sky.Its walls ran hundreds of feet in each direction, and at the building scenter loomed a massive portal flanked by obsidian columns, its archway set at close tothrice Braelyn s height.The smooth perfection of its crystalline exterior was unmarredby either beast or the wearing hand of time.Just beyond the great building was the source of the eerie glow that had drawn heron during the dark night.A great, bubbling lake of greenish fluid churned and frothed,whispered sparks flickering above its surface.It seemed to go on forever, a hazy blur ofsteam obscuring the length of it.The scent of it filled her nose, its odor bitter and sharp.She could taste a hint of something metallic in it, a subtle film coating her throat.Her253 Tim Marquitzskin prickled as she examined the lake as though a murky breeze had washed over herand had left behind a gritty residue, but the air was still.She didn t like the feeling.Her body too taxed to move with any real purpose, she shuffled forward as quicklyas she was able.Little more than a dry husk, drained of nearly all her fluid, she reveledin the coolness of the shade that settled over her.Chills prickled her skin and she feltalmost cold with the addition of her sword s energy, but she could not bring herself tosheath the blade.It felt too much like home.As she neared the gaping entryway, she muscled her sword up and held it out beforeher unsure of what she might encounter in the dim light beyond.She had no confidenceshe could ward off an attack should it come, her hand blurring the tip of her sword inits spasms, but she would not go to the earth without resistance.She felt relieved whenshe slipped inside, finding nothing waiting there to test her resolve.The air inside the great obsidian construct was even colder than that outside in itsshadow.Braelyn could see each breath as she exhaled, the adjustment tying herstomach in knots.Her sight wavered as she pushed forward into the chamber thatopened up before her.Other than the gentle glow that seemed to emanate from thecrystalline substance itself, the whole of the building was cast in a shade of black.Crafted entirely of the obsidian stone, the walls, floor, and arched ceiling of the smallroom ran seamless, no color or feature marring the singularly dark creation.Only thelighter shapes of open portals running at the compass points broke up theoverwhelming shimmer of blackness.Nothing to mark the paths from each other,Braelyn went left and strode through the thick-walled archway into the next chamber.Her eyes went wide at what awaited her.She knew then the purpose of the darkconstruct.It was a mausoleum.Unlike the entry chamber, this room rose up to the full height she had seen outside.The walls to the roof were lined ten high with deep-set alcoves, each with a roundedplatform at their base, which jutted about a foot into the room.The dark canvass of the254 Tim Marquitzwalls were broken up by the mass of bodies that stood rigid in nearly every alcove, eachdressed in luxurious silver robes whose material seemed to shimmer in the dim light.Braelyn drew closer for a better look.Though open to the air, the beings in the alcove showed no obvious signs ofdeterioration despite their flesh being a pale yellowish-green.She could scent no decaynor see any rot upon the fine material of the robes [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.Her mind a haze of dust and melted thought, it took her several moments to realizeshe no longer walked upon the shifting sands of the desert, the quiet crunch of broken252 Tim Marquitzglass beneath her heels.She glanced down to see the land had transformed from softgold to a crystalline blackness that cracked under her weight.Almost too weary to lift her chin, she forced her head upright.Where the desert hadonce filled her sight, it was now a field of black glass that stretched into the distanthorizon.The whistle of the desert wind, the only sound she d heard for miles backbesides her panted breaths and the whisper of the sand under her feet, had beenreplaced by an eerie creak.Like a frozen lake, the obsidian crystal moaned under itsown weight, tiny cries of its suffering calling out to her.Nowhere but forward to go, a sentence of death at her back, Braelyn continuedwithout pause.She made an effort to keep her sword from dragging along thecrystalline floor as she pushed on, forcing her feet to move ahead one step at a time.Though she had no sense of time and knew not how long she traveled over the glass,the obsidian desert only became a different kind of torture as the heat was reflectedupward to bake her from both top and bottom.She willed her feet forward, each stepmore arduous than the last until the came to a muddled realization.She stood in shadow.She raised her eyes only to find the once unfathomable distance that had sprawledout before her to have been cut short to little more than a couple of horse lengths.Awall of black glass towered before her.It rose up over a hundred feet into the brightmorning sky.Its walls ran hundreds of feet in each direction, and at the building scenter loomed a massive portal flanked by obsidian columns, its archway set at close tothrice Braelyn s height.The smooth perfection of its crystalline exterior was unmarredby either beast or the wearing hand of time.Just beyond the great building was the source of the eerie glow that had drawn heron during the dark night.A great, bubbling lake of greenish fluid churned and frothed,whispered sparks flickering above its surface.It seemed to go on forever, a hazy blur ofsteam obscuring the length of it.The scent of it filled her nose, its odor bitter and sharp.She could taste a hint of something metallic in it, a subtle film coating her throat.Her253 Tim Marquitzskin prickled as she examined the lake as though a murky breeze had washed over herand had left behind a gritty residue, but the air was still.She didn t like the feeling.Her body too taxed to move with any real purpose, she shuffled forward as quicklyas she was able.Little more than a dry husk, drained of nearly all her fluid, she reveledin the coolness of the shade that settled over her.Chills prickled her skin and she feltalmost cold with the addition of her sword s energy, but she could not bring herself tosheath the blade.It felt too much like home.As she neared the gaping entryway, she muscled her sword up and held it out beforeher unsure of what she might encounter in the dim light beyond.She had no confidenceshe could ward off an attack should it come, her hand blurring the tip of her sword inits spasms, but she would not go to the earth without resistance.She felt relieved whenshe slipped inside, finding nothing waiting there to test her resolve.The air inside the great obsidian construct was even colder than that outside in itsshadow.Braelyn could see each breath as she exhaled, the adjustment tying herstomach in knots.Her sight wavered as she pushed forward into the chamber thatopened up before her.Other than the gentle glow that seemed to emanate from thecrystalline substance itself, the whole of the building was cast in a shade of black.Crafted entirely of the obsidian stone, the walls, floor, and arched ceiling of the smallroom ran seamless, no color or feature marring the singularly dark creation.Only thelighter shapes of open portals running at the compass points broke up theoverwhelming shimmer of blackness.Nothing to mark the paths from each other,Braelyn went left and strode through the thick-walled archway into the next chamber.Her eyes went wide at what awaited her.She knew then the purpose of the darkconstruct.It was a mausoleum.Unlike the entry chamber, this room rose up to the full height she had seen outside.The walls to the roof were lined ten high with deep-set alcoves, each with a roundedplatform at their base, which jutted about a foot into the room.The dark canvass of the254 Tim Marquitzwalls were broken up by the mass of bodies that stood rigid in nearly every alcove, eachdressed in luxurious silver robes whose material seemed to shimmer in the dim light.Braelyn drew closer for a better look.Though open to the air, the beings in the alcove showed no obvious signs ofdeterioration despite their flesh being a pale yellowish-green.She could scent no decaynor see any rot upon the fine material of the robes [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]