The Tomb of the Lost Immortal?
and around them had been declining for at least a break, leading to unearthed stone, and then to the mysterious tomb. Why nobody had seen this, was it a landslide, some magic, or had someone dug this free from the rockface? However it had happened, there it stood in its majesty. Alaya hopped off the back of the wagon before it had stopped, happy to stretch her legs. Kaladis slowly dismounted and went to the back with Ralari who was reluctant to unpack his marrows, Kaladis told him to anyway.
They were out in the middle of nowhere, if he saw mistrust in Alaya this was as good a place as any for “Alaya”
to die. She turned to him, “there is something else you need to know about us.”
Kaladis stood squarely facing her, and she knew something was up, her hand resting on her weapon hilt. Sadly lacking her usually plethora of knives, but it didn’t detract from the cold stare she gave him. “Aaand just what might that be,”
Alaya popped her lips.
Click, Click, Click.
Two of Ralari’s marrows walked side by side with Kaladis, armed with pickaxes. Kaladis sung true and free of restriction, his melody bold. A crude 5ft tall stone and steel rod golem clunked its way behind them, around its neck was a chain and a box.
Alaya said shifting on the spot. Kaladis didn’t move a muscle, watching her, seeing what she was feeling. She’d not flinched more or betrayed any sign that he could pick up on, her tone was just surprised but not shocked; that was a good sign of her actual feeling behind the initial expression.
“Ain’t the first prancers I’ve seen,”
she said with a shrug. Prancers
, Kaladis let the comment slide for now. “Gives you a hold over us, one I’ll return with continued coin. Betray us, and I swear to Vhalar that you will die before they capture both of us.”
Kaladis turned to Ralari who nodded quietly. His oaths to Vhalar were his prayers, and he meant every one of them he made.
“Pffft no difference to me,”
Alaya said and turned back to the tomb, but she’d certainly heard him promise coin! Perhaps Alaya's time with the Aurora had prepared her more than Kaladis realised. The Eidisi still needed a hold over her, a hold to be sure she would never betray them for a reward. Make no mistake she would be his, for she knew too much to be anything less than his or dead!
Walking forward the two Eidisi were marvelling at the red stone architecture, its pillars, engravings that had stood the test of time? Had it been here a long while? “This is astounding, who knew this could be here unspoiled for the taking?”
Ralari commented, getting wrapped up in his love of art. Kaladis being more practical had spotted something in the sand, footprints. “we are not the first here.”
He bent down to get a feel of the ground, then rubbed his hands together to shake the sand free of them. Tracking along the prints with eyes, he judged there were at least three sets of footprints. The Eidisi couldn’t be sure being a novice in hunting, and failed to pick out any further details.
“Here Audrae, its secrets to be yours as and when you wish. Whoever is ahead of us, if they do not serve you let them perish to be free of your path.”
Though in the back of his mind, Kaladis thought finding this place had been too easy.