The Ancient Lord
Before you is the crypt of a long lost Family, all of them assumed to be dead, upon the front of the crypt the brass plate reads; Here lies the Legacy, the family that only reached it’s third Generation. Lord Velanithor Felo’Dal Beloved Husband and Father, Lady Lenobia Felo’Dal Beloved Wife and Mother.
Below that a name is Scratched out, which faintly reads the Letters “S--K-N---O--A-L” leaving it to curiosity, as to who would defile a grave so old...
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The male was laying on a table, a dark room, it smelled of darkness and putrid magics. Though he sensed one that was close to home, perhaps a priestess “Lenobia?” he spoke.
“No...” a harsh tone from a woman’s voice replied “No, I’m not you’re darling ‘Lenobia’ I’m far worse... I’m the woman who grabbed your putrid rotting Corpse sowed your flesh back together.. and hired a priest to restore your body to your previous state before death... Minus the scar...” she hummed “Failed experiment... your daughter will learn for calling me failed...” she hissed. A door opened showing the man a set of clothing “Dress yourself, I’m tired of seeing your naked form, once you’re dressed.. Leave...”
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“Dear Escher,
I’m sure you’re quite confused as to who this is, though I’ve heard news around after asking about the city that you are married to my daughter... And I’m sure you’ve heard that I am dead...
I’d like to meet with you, I’ve much explaining to do. If you come, come fully armed, I don’t expect you to trust me.
Signed;
Lord Velanithor Felo’Dal”
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*An old withered Journal is laying on the table, you open to the most recent entry.*
Several years have passed, I’ve yet to die again, I’m growing weary with nothing to do... no one needs me... no one wants me. Alas I do not blame them... I am a poor old fool who couldn’t even manage to save his wife... Who would want me around... I couldn’t save her, anything I did... turning around... that killed me... not turning around... and she would’ve died screaming for help.
I’m not sure what exactly happened to my daughter, but she is very much so different, in a good way.. Stronger... She’s been through alot, from what I heard.
Either way, her husband has my approval, he’s also helped me to find someone to guard.. I’ll redeem myself yet.. or.. I’ll fail again. Only time will tell... Perhaps this is what I need, this is my chance to rise up...
Kaliana Starseeker, I will not fail you, or your unborn. I’ll protect you if it kills me... again...











