Calvarr has now in confusion. His eyes blazzed with pure rage and shock. He then clenched his fist together and took out a barbarian roar which seemed to endlessly echo throughout the forest. After that, he grasped for air as he slowly fell to the gound in agony, and went into a deep sleep. The others were speechless starring down at him. Was he dead? Perhaps had a Heart Attack. He was still breathing, well, barely breathing. Suddenly, Calvarr went into a dream that he would never forget.
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He found himslef near a large city of ruins, surrounded by thousands of tall trees and colorful pants. The ruins were in a dark green color, and had pictures of which seemed to tell a story. Curiosity struck him, and he went closer into the ruins.
They were contested of many arches, tall towers, and wonderous statues of warriors, dukes, shamans, and so on. Suddenly, Calvarr, has seen a set of stairs going underneath the ruins. Calvarr didn't want to go down there, but another part of his mind told to. With no further paths, we went down the stairs. As we went down the stairs, he found plenty of crystals bound into the underground walls. Calvarr had never been this happy to see this before. In fact, he was never happy at all.
Once he got to the bottom of the stairs, many torches guided him through a stone hallway. It was small, but he was able to get through. As he walked, he could've sworn he was hearing whispers of certian chanting going on, and as he took each step they got a little bit louder. Once he stopped, they stopped as well. Then, Calvarr saw what was possibly one of the most beautiful things of his life.
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