Why exactly Lyserg had decided to follow the tangled stories of the fox girl Izayoi was still a riddle to him. But he followed promise, and perhaps this promise would result in something even though he was sceptic of all of his actions. On a nearly deserted island dominated by a gigantic mountain range a blood relative of someone he had just taken in was supposed to reside. Rumors rung true at times, but those times were not caused by ancient legends of yore that not even he himself knew to be true.
Following the scripture of an old book on the species of the fox people, he found that it contained information of the supposed ancient tomb that harbored one of the last members of the Kumiho, which Izayoi supposed was a relative of her. Overall, it sounded too surreal to be true, but more often than not, in this world, strangest things existed without people ever finding out. Although he was not quite interested in finding out any more about the race than he needed to, following the story seemed like an idea with potential.
After discovering several a large hollowed out area with several staircases and entrances, Lyserg wandered down a steep set of stairs that, to his estimation reached at least halfway into the mountain-side. Down, in the dimly lit tomb, Lyserg got out a torch he had brought with him exactly for this purpose, lit it, and began searching his way through the labyrinth of stairs and passages. It was not uncommon for caves like these to bare a multitude of dead ends to lead invaders astray. To Lyserg, it was a sign for soundness of this tomb. That it actually held something inside it.
It took Lyserg a while until he had grown accustomed to the darkness, as well as the layout and structure of the passageways. But after having spent several hours studying the stairs and alleys, he was confident that he would be able to find the correct way. And so he did. After needing to destroy a small hard stone doorframe, Lyserg arrived in a small room that seemed relatively at the top of the mountain tomb. It had a long hole drilled all the way to the peak, letting a sparse amount of daylight in that lit up the entire room. Two stone bridges let into the center where a large altar resided that looked large enough to bare something inside.
Intricate markings adorned the altar that stood central in this room. And even though Lyserg would not quite believe it, the feel it emanated was powerful. A seal? Perhaps. If it was a seal, he hoped that he would be able to break it. Approaching the altar slowly, but steadily, his eyes began to scan the markings, as well as what looked like scripture decorating the upper and lower end. Old language, but not unreadable. Dead, but still influential. He was not a linguistic genius, but for this purpose he had brough the book that had talked about the Kumiho and their nature.
Apparently, the language presented was just the ancient Fioran language that was spoken back then, during the beginnings of humankind. Tribal language, simple and easy to understand. With some help from the book, Lyserg soon deciphered what kind of magic had been cast upon this place. A containment spell. It functioned not like a lock, but more like a protective wall. Easy to break down, but likely connected to the entire structure causing everything to collapse should the seal be dismantled. So first, Lyserg was required to rewrite the seal by changing the engraved markings before dissolving the seal.
As if functioning with a picklock, Lyserg finished his manipulation and then began to cast magic into the altar. The strengthened from before had already faded. He wondered what would happen next. But from what he could tell, the security levels were quite low. A brilliant shockwave lit up the room, allowing Lyserg a peek at the artwork and faded architecture that had gone into this. Although primitive, it was certainly the work of some sort of genius. What would happen next, he did not know. A few moments passed, the altar did not react by itself. Had this already been raided once? The seal had not been changed before from what he could tell. Unsure of what happened next, Lyserg readied himself with blades and focus.
Following the scripture of an old book on the species of the fox people, he found that it contained information of the supposed ancient tomb that harbored one of the last members of the Kumiho, which Izayoi supposed was a relative of her. Overall, it sounded too surreal to be true, but more often than not, in this world, strangest things existed without people ever finding out. Although he was not quite interested in finding out any more about the race than he needed to, following the story seemed like an idea with potential.
After discovering several a large hollowed out area with several staircases and entrances, Lyserg wandered down a steep set of stairs that, to his estimation reached at least halfway into the mountain-side. Down, in the dimly lit tomb, Lyserg got out a torch he had brought with him exactly for this purpose, lit it, and began searching his way through the labyrinth of stairs and passages. It was not uncommon for caves like these to bare a multitude of dead ends to lead invaders astray. To Lyserg, it was a sign for soundness of this tomb. That it actually held something inside it.
It took Lyserg a while until he had grown accustomed to the darkness, as well as the layout and structure of the passageways. But after having spent several hours studying the stairs and alleys, he was confident that he would be able to find the correct way. And so he did. After needing to destroy a small hard stone doorframe, Lyserg arrived in a small room that seemed relatively at the top of the mountain tomb. It had a long hole drilled all the way to the peak, letting a sparse amount of daylight in that lit up the entire room. Two stone bridges let into the center where a large altar resided that looked large enough to bare something inside.
Intricate markings adorned the altar that stood central in this room. And even though Lyserg would not quite believe it, the feel it emanated was powerful. A seal? Perhaps. If it was a seal, he hoped that he would be able to break it. Approaching the altar slowly, but steadily, his eyes began to scan the markings, as well as what looked like scripture decorating the upper and lower end. Old language, but not unreadable. Dead, but still influential. He was not a linguistic genius, but for this purpose he had brough the book that had talked about the Kumiho and their nature.
Apparently, the language presented was just the ancient Fioran language that was spoken back then, during the beginnings of humankind. Tribal language, simple and easy to understand. With some help from the book, Lyserg soon deciphered what kind of magic had been cast upon this place. A containment spell. It functioned not like a lock, but more like a protective wall. Easy to break down, but likely connected to the entire structure causing everything to collapse should the seal be dismantled. So first, Lyserg was required to rewrite the seal by changing the engraved markings before dissolving the seal.
As if functioning with a picklock, Lyserg finished his manipulation and then began to cast magic into the altar. The strengthened from before had already faded. He wondered what would happen next. But from what he could tell, the security levels were quite low. A brilliant shockwave lit up the room, allowing Lyserg a peek at the artwork and faded architecture that had gone into this. Although primitive, it was certainly the work of some sort of genius. What would happen next, he did not know. A few moments passed, the altar did not react by itself. Had this already been raided once? The seal had not been changed before from what he could tell. Unsure of what happened next, Lyserg readied himself with blades and focus.
