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Message: <blockquote data-quote="BoldItalic" data-source="post: 6751651" data-attributes="member: 6777052">"Yes, we should enter, but with reverence," said BoldItalic. "This building is the tomb of the Elf King Orfindel, who once ruled this forest. He was your ancestor, though you are, I imagine, unaware of it.""My great-grandmother's grandfather was called Orfindel the Blue," said Rylnethaz, "My family never knew the manner of his ending. If this is indeed his mausoleum, then I must enter and meditate a while."And so BoldItalic knocked sharply on the lock with his staff and uttered a magic phrase that caused it to open, for all that it was of cunning gnomish design with nine wards. Inside the tomb, all was dark and the air was still and silent. Cobwebs hung from a high vaulted ceiling and around the walls were bas-relief carvings of heroic scenes of knights in antique-looking armour. A beetle scurried across the floor towards a stone sarcophagus that had an effigy carved upon its lid. Though he could see little in the gloom, BoldItalic refrained from casting his magical light, for he knew that his elven friend had no need of it and he himself was a mere bystander in this reunion. Rylnethaz gazed upon the face of the effigy. He was almost unnerved, for it was a face like unto his own face that he saw. "This was indeed my kinsman," he declared in a quiet voice.Then Rylnethaz recited an elvish prayer that his grandfather had once taught him for although the wording was archaic and made little sense, the rhyme was solemn and it seemed fitting. As he spoke the last word, ...</blockquote>

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