Super...fluous
You espy what was (at first glance) a mole burrow, but what, at the rumbling turn of the great wooden behemoth, has gaped open to about as wide as a man! You scramble desperately for it, clawing at the dirt beyond it, and kicking at the dead bears' bodies behind you. You manage to pop through it just as the Golem has seen you and shot a poisoned spear-tongue from his mouth. As luck would have it, he's missed you, but has pinned your quiver and shortbow to the tunnel wall. They rip from your body as you fall... down, down, down the mole hole. Tumbling ass over shoulders, you still manage to hear the terrifying roar of the Golem overhead. Apparently, he hates to lose his prey.
After a good few minutes of crashing, falling, and slipping (which was pretty annoying after the first ten seconds anyway), you emerge (fall is more like it) into a cavern with slightly more room above you than it takes to stand up... which you do. It's dark and creepy, but you imagine that most anything would be better than being killed by the very monster that killed your true love. You reach into the front of your leather battle vestment and remove your small tinderflint and spark-rocks. Setting to work, it isn't long before you've set a small fire and can begin to look around.
You gasp as you realize that where you were huddled was but a small cranny off of a much greater underground cavern! There's nothing natural about this place, though, as the entire floor is of a singular, rough-hewn stone, carved across with varied runes and glyphs which are unlike anything you've ever seen in Tirras... or all of Tyllendale, for that matter. Across the cavernous hall, you can make out an ornate golden archway, with silver double doors beneath it. As you squint to make them out against the small fire you've lit, giant brasiers on either side of the door (that you'd failed to notice heretofore) leap to flaming life! A faint, yet low and strong voice seems to fill the hall (or is it your head?): "Arren, come... I've been waiting for you."
Fear grips your bosom at this Elder-voice that somehow knows your name. You cannot help but fear evil in this dark place. What should you do?
After a good few minutes of crashing, falling, and slipping (which was pretty annoying after the first ten seconds anyway), you emerge (fall is more like it) into a cavern with slightly more room above you than it takes to stand up... which you do. It's dark and creepy, but you imagine that most anything would be better than being killed by the very monster that killed your true love. You reach into the front of your leather battle vestment and remove your small tinderflint and spark-rocks. Setting to work, it isn't long before you've set a small fire and can begin to look around.
You gasp as you realize that where you were huddled was but a small cranny off of a much greater underground cavern! There's nothing natural about this place, though, as the entire floor is of a singular, rough-hewn stone, carved across with varied runes and glyphs which are unlike anything you've ever seen in Tirras... or all of Tyllendale, for that matter. Across the cavernous hall, you can make out an ornate golden archway, with silver double doors beneath it. As you squint to make them out against the small fire you've lit, giant brasiers on either side of the door (that you'd failed to notice heretofore) leap to flaming life! A faint, yet low and strong voice seems to fill the hall (or is it your head?): "Arren, come... I've been waiting for you."
Fear grips your bosom at this Elder-voice that somehow knows your name. You cannot help but fear evil in this dark place. What should you do?