The Tomb

[Mithradites 1168]

In an unassuming valley, far from prying eyes and the mewling of beasts and men, a small number of slender figures marched across the grassy knoll. In stoic silence they lay out their tools, and began to work. Taking picks in hand, they quickly excavated the side of an otherwise featureless hill. The workers continued until they had carved many thick, heavy blocks, and then began to shape them with both chisel and magic.

 

Another group of figures arrived soon afterwards. These ones carried paper, measuring implements, and canvasses. The new figures began to scribble quickly and neatly on their parchment--designing complex chambers and hallways with their brush-strokes.

 

Eventually, the whole group stood back, and stared quietly at their work.

 

 

 

After a short stint of polite applause, the small group began to march through the steel door, save a few individuals, who continued onwards--carving a block of marble. The instant the ornamental pillar was placed, a simple plaque of silver was affixed to it, facing away from the entrance of the "tomb." It posed a simple question that many of the builder's ilk would know.

 

 

 

 

And with that, they too gathered up the last of their implements, and made their way into the depths of their creation. After the door was sealed, silence fell upon the small valley. Only the freshly-hewn stone stood a grim vigil over the lands around.  

[bickando 3967]

Cirnelle almost tries the door just because.

[Lawrna 440]

The door of the tomb opens, two High Elves enter: Delonna and Lelien Aeléyèlsa.

 

Lelien peers around at the decorated walls, a slight smile plays on her lips.

"It feels like home again."

[CaptainSheepy 317]

Ceruberr, having returned from his trip, returns only to see New Malinor mostly destroyed and the Mali nowhere to be seen. He scowls and mutters to himself 

 

"I leave for a month or so, and this this happens.."

 

He decides to wander around and ask someone what ill fate has befallen his home. As he slowly strides under the lush green canopies of the trees, his ears twitch slightly, he swiftly steps behind a tree just as three armored figures come marching down the pathway. From their build and height he determines the armored ones to be humans. He frowns gently.

 

"Never a good sign. I'll take a detour...just for good measure."

 

As he scales the mountainside, sure to avoid the Witches Woods, his gaze fixes upon what seems to be an archway of stone built into the side of the mountain. He tilts his head. As he gets closer, his eyes fix upon a sign set on stone. It reads "Thilln ito nae?". Ceruberr raises an eyebrow. As his gaze drifts past the small pillar he notices a door set in the archway.

As he edges closer to the door, looking around every few steps, he slides a hand down the side of the stone. He smirks softly.

 

"I know these walls.."

[Lawrna 440]

Lelien bursts out from the Tomb wearing a small party hat.
She points at Ceru'berr.

"Join the science, llir. The science, art and fun!"

 

The door is left open for Ceru'berr to enter.

 

Sofisticated, classical, and pompous music echoes out until the door is closed by Ceru'berr.

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_K8G4eAXC88

[gabriel101x1 463]

Ionia Sullas cries in a corner because nobody has told her about this new home of the Mali'Aheral...

[Samler 1565]

Seth still wanders around in the Conclave, wondering where Lelien have gone missing to.

[Lawrna 440]

Lelien is dancing to the rhumba in the Tomb with Lucion.

There is no time for telling others of the party place!

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OGpvc5QSSXs

[Caelria 2619]

Caelria spurs his horse as he reaches the crest of the mountainside, the unpaved dirt path swirling behind him.

 

"This it it, then? Ceruberr?"

 

Ceruberr turns to him, having walked alongside his steed the whole way. He seems quite out of breath.

 

"Yes... this is it."

 

Ceruberr proceeds to procure a small silver key from his coat pocket, inserting it into the iron doorway. The faint click of the locking mechanism releasing resounds to both of their perceptive Mali'aheral ears.

 

"Mmm." he grunts, tossing a copy of the key to Caelria. "There you are, welcome."

 

Caelria catches the key, placing it into his pocket for safe storage and guiding his horse into the large entry chamber. "I'll keep my horse here, for the time being. Unless the triumvirate would prefer I constructed some sort of stable outside."

 

Ceruberr runs his hand along the wall, touching a small switch as the large iron vault slowly opens.

 

 

Caelria takes a step inside, stroking his goatee slightly. "Beautiful."

[Lawrna 440]

Once Caelria descends further into the Tomb, music echoes up.

 

In the main room where supplies and tools are strewn about, 3 High Elves stand in a row.

All of them are wearing a... sombrero. These High Elves are Lelien, Delonna and Lucion.

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=klVe7_2UEQ8

((Picture coming soon))

[Malaise 1570]

Kaelthes, in all of his glory and musical talent, blinks repeatedly, bearing nothing but confusion for the odd music his kin have chosen to dance to. He shrugs, turning to stride into the Tomb's depths, before grasping a small, wooden violin.

 

"Bah! I'll show them music!"

 

He would begin to play, feverously producing a musical masterpiece, violinist style. Silly mariachis!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=caVr-VdeDvw

[Suika 111]

Bearing nothing but cakes and a white flowing dress, Suika descends out of the large flower that she has been dreaming in this whole time. She noticed Ceruberr in the distance, and waltzed toward the familiar figure, still in an aloof state from the long, long dream. She wanders alone throughout the woods, her ears twitching for a moment as she thought she heard, for a moment, sophisticated, classical, pompous music, a stark sign of the High Elves. She roams to where she thinks Ceruberr disappeared to and around a corner she finds him and another Elf entering. Holding her dress up so it does not catch on a root in the ground, she paces towards them as they all enter.

[MrSyth 636]

Returning to the Tomb a third time, Silvos smiles. This time, he'd properly packed. So in he went, followed by several large suitcases and coffins packed with all sorts of clothes, trimming devices and supplies. Down the stairs he goes, and isolating himself in one of the vacant office spaces he starts unpacking. Out from one of the suitcases emerges his tuxedo, which he hangs on the wall. 

"Gray was so last century..."

Opening another suitcase, he smirks as he finds his tailoring supplies. He sets up a desk, and can soon be found tailoring what appears to be a white tuxedo. "Soon."

[Stump 709]

Upon a particularly sunny day, in the mountains a slender female figure would be seen, seemingly taking a walk. Though, if one were to watch, it would be clear she isn't having the best of times. She appears to be wearing a pale blue dress, and yellow locks held up in a messy ponytail-- which appears to have a few leaves and sticks in it. The figure seems to awkwardly flinch at even the dainty butterflies. She hugs her shoulders, trudging along by herself on the supposed 'walk,' with a huff.

An odd silence falls upon the Elf after a while, and she glances around, raising a brow almost absent-mindedly. Finally, the loud crack of a stick under her feet, soon joined by a small shriek, sends her rushing off. Shortly she arrives at the Tomb, pausing to observe. After a few short moments she simply strides quickly towards the door and begins fiddling with it. Finding it locked at first, she slides down to the ground with her back to it, letting out a sigh and a murmur. "S-Self note, if I do make it back in one erhm.. Piece, do -not- go for a stroll in the mountains again. The weather tells -lies.- It is absolutely terrible out here."

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.