Deep within the mountain cliffs, Magus Iprix paced as his serpent licked at the air as if he could taste the danger ahead. They had come across a door with unfamiliar symbols, but it was assuredly the tomb entrance spoken of by the locals.

He stopped, suddenly and rummaged through his robe pockets. Cluttered with parchment and old bread crumbs, he sifted through until his hand clasped a large, rough object. As his hand retreated, a lime green stone emerged, radiant and glowing; his rune had awoken in this ancient place.

Magus affixed the stone to his staff and evoked the ancient words from a manuscript he had read a hundred times. With a thunderous roar, the door tore open and revealed an entryway darker than the darkest night. With great hesitation he forged on, followed closely by his familiar into the abyss; oh, what adventure awaits

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