The party meandered through the twisting halls. Eerie hisses and wails seemed to echo throughout. As they nosed their way through they met a small room, and the source of the suspicious glow.
Before them, a large treasure room. Mounds of gold and finery shimmered in the light that crept through the cracked stone above. The group stood silent and in awe for only a moment, followed by a sudden dwarven raucous.
“The treasure!” Blob shouted. The dwarves raced through the piles of riches, goblets and coins clanking.
Jamwine stayed centered, much less interested in the gold as he was a curious tomb-like box in the center of the room, the lid slightly agape. An eerie blue light surged from within the rusty crate. Jamwine inched near, eyes agape as if possessed by a dark force. He reached his hand inside, and clutched a cool, smooth stone.
Suddenly, the walls of the ruins began to groan.
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I met Fogweaver through Vedurnan and, later, Magelight. This more energetic take on their music is wonderful and exciting, a compelling twist bearing their unique signature. emanuele127
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If nostalgia for an age where creatures of myth walked together with the children of men had a soundtrack, this album would be it. Also, a touching reminder that we can forego wealth and power for wilderness and freedom, if we so choose. emanuele127