The city of Midrod -part 2

Part 2 (Part 1)

The trio waited silently in the dark basement. They heard when the outer wall of the building crumbled to bits and pieces. From the they could see how a large portion of the houses ceiling fell down, crushing everything on the floor above them, the room they were in became pitch dark. They waited in silence, as the noises of stone crumbling and woodbeams breaking continued. The beast seemed to be determined to ”meet” them, and the sounds indicated that it was removing wreckage between it and them.

Suddenly the trio saw a ray of light. A shadow and a large noise later, the opening grew to a large hole, bursting with sunlight at them. Then suddenly the light become blocked again, not by wreckage, but by a silhouette of the beast. Myrosi seemed to see a large eye staring at them for a moment. This was followed by much noise and movement. But the sounds and noises faded away, indicating that the beast was moving away from them. Awhile later the room stood all silent. No growling, no crumbling of stone, nothing to indicate of the large presence that had visited them.

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In the history books the year 1127e2 is often called the ”Dark Year”. The year begun with Mes'Okreber spitting out fire. Ash and smoke filled the sky, covering the whole known world in darkness. The world of Helitheren fell in a coma like state. Hunger and sickness spread like wildfire. But in the North a city seemed unaffected by these circumstances.  That city was like in another world. There was enough food produced to be exported to the hungry masses in the South. But in the streets of southern cities rumors and conspiracy theories filled the minds of people. The source of the high amount of food in the North must be produced by magic, and surely the mountain's rage was produced by the same people, for the food was not free at all. Someone in the North was making a huge amount of profit. To have that much food could only mean the Northern people were prepared for the year of darkness. So most historians recorded the Northern people as responsible for the misery of the people in the South. In the same history records the following year marked as the beginning of a new era. The year begun with the Southern people standing united at the gates of the Northern city Midrod, demanding the control of all the food storage. What happened next was a blank page in history. Our story take place at the seventh year of the third era. A lone man, standing at the ports of the same city. His name was Myrosi.

The cursed cave

“You will die today!” A voice echoed in Fenoam's mind. He was sitting in a pitch dark cave, leaning against a rock, barely breathing. It had begun as an ordinary day, and an ordinary hunting trip. He had hit a deer, but his aim had been a bit off and the wounded game ran into a cave. A cave that was regarded as cursed by many in Fenoam's village. There were rumours that those who had gone in there returned insane, or they hadn't returned at all. But Fenoam had considered the rumours as nonsense, nothing more than fairy tales to scare children from going into the cave, protecting them from cave-ins and such. So, without a second thought he went inside.