(OOC: Have I been gone again? Days are getting a lot more bussier for me. Well, I hope this RPG won't die out just yet. Not on my watch)
Kealton only had remembered that he passed out during the fall. He had felt no impact, and didn't know how long he was out. As he awoke, he knew that he was inside a room.
The first thing Kealton saw when he opened his eyes was pure darkness. But there was something he was sitting on when he moved about. It was the sound of coins. They jiggled about as Kealton shuffled through the pile. He managed to grab one of them. Just by feeling it, Kealton knew it was gold. Real gold. Once he had picked it up, torches suddenly lighted up all over the place. It had made him drop the coin and launch up in fright, picking up his staff and the journal of Sammy Struden. What he saw completely blew his mind out of his head.
It was gigantic. almost half the size of a normal Industrial company. The room was made of neatly polished, dark green granite. Piles and piles of rich, gold coins lay on the floors, both in sizes of small and large. Portraits also hung onto the walls. They were so old that the pictures themselves were completely covered is dust. Pillars that were still strong and sturdy supported the stone ceiling. Also around the room was old furniture that was made of velvet and other rich cloths. The center of the room had a stone fountain with the carvings of an artisan. But one question remained. What is the purpose of this room?
The first thing Kealton went to were the portraits. When he wiped the dust off one of the pictures, he was expecting it to be a picture of a wealthy Slig of Glukkon. But it was far from that. It was a metal door, with no locks or pads or anything. It gleamed in the light of the torches. Perhaps there is a way to open it, Kealton thought. From the right side of the door, Kealton pushed it with all of his might. To his suprise, it had opened. What he saw behind it was something even greater than the entire room itself.
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