Board Thread:Custom Lore Development/@comment-25606723-20160522022700/@comment-25606723-20160522140541

Em stared at Ty's body for a long time after she finished crying. She had never cried before. Eventually she was able to wrench her eyes away from the corpse. The first thing she saw was the table. What was all of this junk? The first thing that caught her attention in a major way was the book and quill. Maybe a journal of some sort? Then the wine bottle. Had he been drinking? In all of her years serving beside Tybereous, she had never seen him drink. And finally, the lamp. A plain thing, but effective, providing enough light for one to read. Or write. Her analyzing and logic skills taught to her by Ty and a few others worked on. The best place to check first was the journal. She reached for it silently and opened the cover. On the first page was drawn a picture of a huge fortress of iron and stone, wreathed in swirling snow. Utumno. On the second page was a picture of a burning pit of fire, with two points of orange standing out. Eyes. Possibly her eyes? She saw a small footnote at the bottom of the page. It read: One who's flame is never ending must constantly keep it in check. Definitely her. He had said that to her on countless occasions during her training as an effective assassin and not just a spy. She flipped the page, and began to read. The first half of the journal she knew almost by heart, because she had almost lived it. Except for the parts about various adventures. These she read with great interest, for Ty had never thought it wise to explain to her the details of his outings. She read on, and came to the point where she knew nothing about. The time of Dakath's reign of Utumno, when Ty had mysteriously disappeared and his son had taken the throne...

To Be Contnued.