Post by Deleted on Sept 2, 2016 14:46:32 GMT -6
At the very heart of the jungle, there is a particular grove of trees. Their trunks, dozens of meters thick, but still somehow more sturdy than any tree would have a right to be. The ground, such as it is, a mass of thick roots grown over each other. These trees were young at the very beginning of history. They should have burned in the Shattering. They should have been torn asunder in the Melding. They should be dead, but something simply will not allow them to die. But, that changes today. An ancient clock finally ticks away its last moments. Slowly, silently, in a way that should be utterly impossible, a long point begins to push upward through the ground. Everything it touches simply disappears. Upward it rises, an ever thickening pole, its tip a point so sharp as to be invisible. Now the ground shakes. Trees older than the Great Spirit scream as they are uprooted. Following the pole, something that might be called a building follows it. With the sound of snapping roots, the new hill opens its mouth, revealing a staircase spiraling down into the earth. Finally, a figure appears at the entrance. Its body is obscured, covered in a loose robe that flickers with flame. It begins to address the air in front of itself, a recording on loop.
"By order of Enryu, this building is under quarantine indefinitely. A class-E artifact is contained within. Please remain outside, for your own safety. Those seeking access should seek Enryu, and request a type two permit. Repeat. By order of Enryu..."
"By order of Enryu, this building is under quarantine indefinitely. A class-E artifact is contained within. Please remain outside, for your own safety. Those seeking access should seek Enryu, and request a type two permit. Repeat. By order of Enryu..."