a tomb

The sarcophagus was located in the center of the small dismal tomb. Many carvings were chiseled into the surface of the walls, continually depicting screaming souls being shredded and devoured by a massive black dragon. Ancient runes burned into a mystical molding on the tops and bottoms of the stone walls. These gruesome scenes and unreadable words repeated themselves, circling the room. Water dripped from the ceiling and was collecting in a putrid puddle, which looked more like some nasty sludge pile. The smell of death lingered on the thick heavy air creating a thin haze, which made it hard to see. As the room looked safe enough, Vastig Burnsward pulled himself thru the small opening near the ceiling and dropped to the floor, not making a sound or disturbing the dust covering the floor. Still in a crouch and balancing on the balls of his feet, the trespasser begins to cautiously inch forward while pulling his harmonic sword free of its scabbard...