Thread:Sebi99cl/@comment-7489529-20141231042526

(Sorry this is late :P)

The chamber sat quietly, deep in the underground recesses of Vale. Part of an ancient settlement, it now sat forgotten, interred in an earthen tomb. Suddenly, a cracking sound could be heard. Dust and dirt started to fall from the ceiling. With a crack, a large piece of earth fell from the ceiling, scattering on the ancient stone floor. Shortly after, a brown figure dropped from the hole into the room. Bergen stood up, and looked around, staring at the arcitecture. Strangely, much of it reminded him of the older buildings in Nachtheim. Shrugging, he walked towards the end of the room. Suddenly, he felt the stone beneath his foot depress slightly. Leaping backwards, Bergen narrowly avoided a large, razor-sharp glaive-like blade swinging down from the ceiling. Looking closely at the floor, he noticed many places like this one, faint outlines in the dust gave away their positions. After dodging past the first trap, he slowly and carefully made his way to the other side of the room, gingerly placing his feet in safe spots. Eventually, he arrived at the end of the room, where a large chest sat on a prominent stone pedestal. Inching around behind the chest, Bergen gently opened the lid. Sure enough, a sudden gout of fire erupted from inside the chest. After the fire was extinguished, Bergen went back to the front of the chest and looked inside. To his relief, there sat an ancient blade in its sheath. Picking it up, he put it in his backpack. As he lifted it from the chest, a small plate on the inside rose up. Eyes widening, he gasped as he saw the wall facing the back of the chest slowly move to reveal a large slope, with a huge bolder rolling towards him. Bergen dashed backwards, accidentally setting off several traps. Acrobatically flipping and leaping through the room, he dodged most of the perils. Reaching the spot where he had landed, Bergen gathered his aura and leapt into the air, entering the hole just in time, as the boulder rolled past. Climbing back up, Bergen grumbled. "that old man better have those boots ready."

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Rather tired after the day he had just been through, Bergen trudged up the stairs of the dormitory, eventually reaching the floor the note he had been given indicated. As he placed the two gifts outside the door, he had a strange feeling on the back of his neck. Turning around, he could have sworn he saw a figure in black dash around a corner. Shrugging, Bergen rang the doorbell, and dashed back off to his dorm room. 