Within the hoard of Squeakrog the Mythrilfang, I found a great many treasures which were surely lost to the light of the Sun for centuries, but perhaps the most mysterious of all was a tattered parchment upon which a map had been scrawled.
On the reverse of the parchment were strange, indecipherable runic symbols. I fully understand if none believe me--I would not believe myself had I any choice--but in my flickering torchlight, I swear by any god who will hear me that the runes morphed at a gelid pace into what I can only call a very desperate-looking English.
Free me.
Free me.
Carver was my name in life
Imprisoned
Imprisoned for eons by the Marpish King
My faithful bat familiar, Squeakrog, I did send forth to warn any who will heed
But The Marpish King Did Summon the Blood Moon with His Fel Magics
To Twist Squeakrog's Mind to Lust Only for Blood and Treasure
Help me
May this map somehow find able hands and stout hearts
Hard as stone. Hard as a rock, the Marpish King
Yet you must face him.
TO FREE ME
I studied the map carefully...memorizing every detail...as it seemed it would disintegrate by the fluttering of hummingbird wings. I looked over at the broken body of Squeakrog with a newfound pity.
I set forth. Days, weeks stretched into months.
Before I found it.
Bizarre architecture....soaring columns...bulging twin spheroids....
I have found it....
I drew my trusty sword. The warnings, "hard as stone," "hard as a rock" echoed in my mind. I donned my mining suit and pickaxe as well.
The Marpish King...I have come for you...I shall free the one known as Carver...from your stony grasp.
I hove my steel pickaxe over my head...preparing to deliver a mighty blow against the immense stone slab sealing the Tomb of the Marpish King.
As I did so...the slab began to move...impossibly gliding aside over craggy earth....
Perhaps it is a good omen...
Perhaps it is aid from the spirit of Carver...
Yes...
That must be it...I shall free you...from the clutches of the Marpish King....
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