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Dark Sulphur

by Zeffon

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i. Dark Sulphur 3 of 4. ...Suppose one day I come. And I break the spell. Oh, how I remember the day... Kjre we wene skqjv We fjew we wene akqjv Kb, bkw C neieiaen pbe agkkvy vhy... I remember after Lavu grew more irritated about the disappearance of their soldiers that I became more intrigued. I didn't know everything about the Nacajda, but I still had a theory in my head as to why those soldiers suddenly vanished. Miu, the weak god, was calling to these young men, beckoning them to come to his estate. People who were raised locally near Blueheart and Curja knew as kids to not ever set foot in the Nacajda. However, from time to time, even as a dream, we would be wracked with nightmares, telling us to come visit that temple. Miu's purpose may be yet unclear, but I decided to grab my binoculars and view the temple from afar, just to be sure. As I approached the temple, I began to see red in the mud, where blood had pooled months before, but was somehow still fresh. Rain had been falling in intervals for the past few months, yet I could still see signs of violence and slaughter. I eventually spotted the most horrific thing I had seen in my experience as a detective. A man, or what appeared to be a man, mangled and contorted in the strangest of ways, turned into a living human pretzel. He was dressed in a muddy Lavy military uniform, so I knew he must've been one of the disappeared soldiers. He was completely immobile with the exception of his right hand, which was frantically clawing and grabbing at the mud and dirt, as if to pull himself along. Looking through my binoculars, I could see a few pale figures limping about the temple. I wasn't sure what to make of this. Suddenly, the person on the ground spoke. "Where's Curja?" Surprised, I looked down at the figure. He was looking at me, as if he had woken from a long sleep. He began to loosen his tangled limbs, and I thought I saw a bit of pink return to his otherwise pale skin. In response to his question, I pointed to the west. "Thank you." He seemed dazed for a moment, but then began to cry. I helped him stand up and offered him the support of my shoulder. He looked absolutely traumatized. "I saw the crown..." he said. I looked at him. My friend had taken to crown from the temple, but was it back...? "There was a dragon. He told me to follow him to the Citadel in Refeaël. The one in the marsh..." The man nearly slumped over. I took him to Curja and paid for a room for him to sleep in. It seemed I needed to go to Refeaël to get some more answers about what had happened to my friend.

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i. Dark Sulphur

3 of 4.

...Suppose one day I come.
And I break the spell.
Oh, how I remember the day...

Kjre we wene skqjv
We fjew we wene akqjv

Kb, bkw C neieiaen pbe agkkvy vhy...

I remember after Lavu grew more irritated about the disappearance of their soldiers that I became more intrigued. I didn't know everything about the Nacajda, but I still had a theory in my head as to why those soldiers suddenly vanished. Miu, the weak god, was calling to these young men, beckoning them to come to his estate. People who were raised locally near Blueheart and Curja knew as kids to not ever set foot in the Nacajda. However, from time to time, even as a dream, we would be wracked with nightmares, telling us to come visit that temple. Miu's purpose may be yet unclear, but I decided to grab my binoculars and view the temple from afar, just to be sure.

As I approached the temple, I began to see red in the mud, where blood had pooled months before, but was somehow still fresh. Rain had been falling in intervals for the past few months, yet I could still see signs of violence and slaughter. I eventually spotted the most horrific thing I had seen in my experience as a detective. A man, or what appeared to be a man, mangled and contorted in the strangest of ways, turned into a living human pretzel. He was dressed in a muddy Lavy military uniform, so I knew he must've been one of the disappeared soldiers. He was completely immobile with the exception of his right hand, which was frantically clawing and grabbing at the mud and dirt, as if to pull himself along. Looking through my binoculars, I could see a few pale figures limping about the temple. I wasn't sure what to make of this. Suddenly, the person on the ground spoke.

"Where's Curja?"

Surprised, I looked down at the figure. He was looking at me, as if he had woken from a long sleep. He began to loosen his tangled limbs, and I thought I saw a bit of pink return to his otherwise pale skin. In response to his question, I pointed to the west.

"Thank you."

He seemed dazed for a moment, but then began to cry. I helped him stand up and offered him the support of my shoulder. He looked absolutely traumatized.

"I saw the crown..." he said. I looked at him. My friend had taken to crown from the temple, but was it back...?

"There was a dragon. He told me to follow him to the Citadel in Refeaël. The one in the marsh..."

The man nearly slumped over. I took him to Curja and paid for a room for him to sleep in. It seemed I needed to go to Refeaël to get some more answers about what had happened to my friend.

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released October 30, 2012

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