73/Lanky's Temple Tour

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**Anilaia (17) has posed:**
The rock of the islands Palanquin is held up from, forms a small mountain at the southernmost isles of the archipellago, and it reaches up at least a cable - 600 feet - allowing a beautiful look from its top. Here, just next to a steep cliff, an old temple stands, the wooden gate over its entry having long seen better days. The red paint on it is washed away from the steady winds mostly, and the beam that once had been carried by the pillars is missing, only to be found a few yards down the road, grown over with moss. The further one goes on the narrow road leading to the temple's building, the more abandonned it looks. An altar that once had been used to burn things as sacrifice has been washed by the rain so much, that the charred stone almost has become indistinctable from the uncharred one. At an other spot close to the road some pillar has long since fallen over, the text on it broken and cracked, but still readable at some points. Then a fallen over tree blocks the way further towards the temple.

**Lanky Linx (34) has posed:**
Wandering the lower reaches of Palanquin's land masses has been fun for Linx. Areas that haven't been seen or touched for decades litter the area. Following another forgotten path, Linx has stumbled upon some fallen pillars. He peers at the text written on them. He seems to be coming across something.

**Anilaia (17) has posed:**
As old as the pillar looks, it is still readable. So even a century or some more ago, the people have spoken forest tongue, and deeply inscribed this pillar. 'The city of Palanquin' is written there, followed by a deep crack and a missing shard. 'Temple of Gew...' The rest of the word is missing, as is another big part of the line, but then some of the last words turn out to be readable again: 'Shall this sacrifice feed his hunger.'

**Lanky Linx (34) has posed:**
Lanky Linx stands from reading the pillar. "So this is a god's temple," he mutters to himself. He continues to the wooden gate hopping over the fallen tree. "I wonder what's in here..." He moves through the gate into the temple.

**Anilaia (17) has posed:**
The way continiues several dozen yards, then, directly above the cliff, almost seeming to fall off it, is a stone platform, that once had been carefully inlayed and tended. But now, weeds have greown in the cracks and pushed aside some stones, leaving only the marble sarcophagus in its middle intact.

**Lanky Linx (34) has posed:**
Lanky Linx moves to the edge of the cliff to take in the view. "Beautiful," he exclaims. After taking in the sights for a bit, he turns to the marble sarcophagus. "What might we have here," escapes his excited lips. He runs his fingers across the surface trying to find inconstancies. Might it be locked? Trapped? Might a seal be holding something back?

**Anilaia (17) has posed:**
Once the surface of the sarcophagus might have shown a nice decoration, but now only very few inscriptions are left on it. At one spot there is a glyph, almost fully intact, but it is none used commonly. At an other plae, it looks like some of the instriptions is left, but this is done in old realm, as is easily noticeable.

**Lanky Linx (34) has posed:**
Feeling nothing out of the ordinary, Linx braces to push to sarcophagus' top to the side. He finds good footing and takes a low stance pressing hard against the marble. After a few failed attempts, Linx starts looking around for something else to keep his interest.

**Anilaia (17) has posed:**
Trying to push the plate, proved that it weighted well more than a ton, but as he turned around, the only point higher than the cliff came into view. At first it looked like a weathered rock. But then the sun broke through a few coulds and hit its cracks from a slightly different angle, than the dilluted light a moment ago, revealing that what had looked like a depression a moment ago was actually a narrow tunnel deeper into the stone.

**Lanky Linx (34) has posed:**
"Ah ha!" cried Linx. "What's down there?" He moves towards the recently exposed tunnel. A curious expression comes over his face as he moves towards the unknown.

**Anilaia (17) has posed:**
Pressing himself into the tunnel resulted in the little light that had fallen in to vanish completely, frocing the solar to stumble through complete darkness.

**Lanky Linx (34) has posed:**
Pulling a torch from his back pack, Linx strikes the flint and tinder to get it lit. This lights up the area around him decently enough. he continues down the path that he has taken holding the torch in front of him.

**Anilaia (17) has posed:**
The tunnel that unveils itself in the light of the torch turns right just after the narrow entrence and then goes down quickly in a narrow spiral. As the way goes on, the uneven walls of grey stone seem to carry more pronounced signs of handywork, as if the deeper one comes, the younger the tunnel gets. Eventually, after minutes of walking, the walls which glitter wet by now, spread to open a small cavern. In its center a crude altar stone is revealed by the flickering light of the torch, atop which the slumped together bones of a human sekeleton draw their macabre shadows onto the walls. Though instead of being all white, the mold has turned them black.

**Lanky Linx (34) has posed:**
Lanky Linx walks cautiously through the cavern. This does not look as abandoned as above. He looks for other openings. "Who takes care of down here too keep it this nice?" he ponders out loud. He moves to the alter to inspect the sacrifice a bit more.

**Anilaia (17) has posed:**
The skeleton could be a year old or hundreds, that is almost impossible to say, especially as there are no traces of fhesh left, just the mold. But a quick inspection shows, that no bone is obviously broken and that at least all the big bones are there. Then the light of Lanky's torch hits a black item, that is clearly no bone, but a knife from black obsidian, depositied between the ribs of the dead body.

**Lanky Linx (34) has posed:**
Lanky Linx looks at the knife closely. "Hmmm" he groans. His fingers find their way around the hilt as he removes the knife from the ribs.

**Anilaia (17) has posed:**
The sharpened volcanic glass lacks a defined handle, carrying sharp edges everywhere, but gently and all steadily, the Night Caste manages to pull the shard out from the pile to look at it better. It is not really remarkable, but such blades are quite rare. Whoever made this, must have put quite some work into it to reflect the light. The reflections of the torch on the facettes seem to create patterns, as if telling a story just in pictures and lights - Until a sudden, scratching sound disturbs the silence just a step away, quickly followed by a snapping sound as bones pop into their places...

**Anilaia (17) has posed:**
The black moldy skeleton grabs his own skull and props it onto his spine with a clackering rumple and a faing blue light flickers to life in the hollow sockets. Not even a moment later, the black creature leaps forward, its hands - no, it more lookd like gourging claws! - slashing after the body of Lanky Linx. Luckily for him he can evade their deadly path, but the sharp edges rip away the beautyful sash the solar had worn, rendering it to shredds and hindering his feet a moment or two...

**Lanky Linx (34) has posed:**
Stepping back, Linx's face saddens as his sash falls away. It was a lovely sash. Now what to do about this undead. This is a first for Linx. This will be interesting. With a knife that seems like it could break any time, it would probably be best not to use it. He hops onto the alter with a spin and kicks the head of the skeleton while pocketing the knife.

**Anilaia (17) has posed:**
The undead body just pulled his arms up fast enough to stop the kick, but he got pushed away far enough so it had to search its footing for a moment. But the moment later, it crouched down and catapulted itself upward, against the ceiling. The feet - or were those more claws too - scratched against the stone there, then the black body catapults itself downwards again, into the direction of Lanky Linx...

**Lanky Linx (34) has posed:**
Lanky Linx backflips off the alter he is standing on as the undead comes flying down. His leg got hit and threw him off his landing. He had to spend some time recovering from that. He is not please.

**Lanky Linx (34) has posed:**
Lanky Linx leaps into the air, twisting as he ascends. While spinning, he grips a star from his pocket and uses the circular momentum to launch it at his opponent. As he nears the ceiling, he half flips and his feet touch down. He stands there, as if on the floor, look at this undead menace.

**Anilaia (17) has posed:**
The star comes awefully close to the black bones, but the creature's undead state provides very benefical to it, as the steel harmlessly passes through the gap between the ribs, only trowing the beast off a split second, before it once again crouches down, the glowing blue eyes focussed on the enemy. As if repeating the same trick again, it vaults itself upwards, but this time the hands dig into the wet ceiling, ripping out chunks while the clawlike feet slash after the hand holding the torch...

**Lanky Linx (34) has posed:**
Expecting this, Linx tumbles along the ceiling and leaps to a wall. He tucks under the slashing claws and propels himself to a handstand on the wall.

**Lanky Linx (34) has posed:**
Feeling that he isn't getting anywhere with this fight, Linx decides to move it outside. He pushes off he wall towards the tunnel that brought him here and makes a dash up its stairs. He activates his cast mark to light his path as his torch was lost.

**Anilaia (17) has posed:**
The black monster silently falls down and turns around the moment it realizes the partial success - the lost torch brigs it to a much better position once the fight moves into the tunnels. Just the clackering of the bones vaulting it forward towards the very same entrance the Solar is trying to take breaks the silence on its part, attempting to at least keep the distance, if not getting even closer...

**Lanky Linx (34) has posed:**
Lanky Linx hears the clanking bones behind him as he sprints up the stairs. "Undead don't like sun... right?" he says to himself. He only had stories to go off of nothing concrete. "I hope they don't," he mutters.

**Anilaia (17) has posed:**
The undead's hands and feet rake over the slope that leads up to the temple again, closing in at times and then raising the distance again. It seems to be a race between the two - if the monster reaches the solar first or if he can gain a glimpse of the unconquered sun's face before the black hands plow hinm under...

**Lanky Linx (34) has posed:**
Lanky Linx finally reaches the old temple. He moves towards the alter over the cliff and stands with one foot on it. As he draws two daggers he wait for the undead to come forth.

**Lanky Linx (34) has posed:**
Listening to the clamoring of bones in the tunnel, Linx readies himself to strike. As the creature emerges he throws his blade with the years of training and hidden potential of the sun focused on the tip.

**Anilaia (17) has posed:**
Dashing out of the tunnels comes the black monster, closing in on the solar that has finally stopped. While it had the initiative down in its cave, the sudden attacck with the dagger turns the tide to some degree. Dashing in to a short range to the altar in a moment, the black monster crosses some of the distance towards the old sarcophagus but as the dagger almost cuts the skull of the monster again, it has to do a full stop. Where he stands, the grass turns black, dying in its presence.

Then, it jumps forward again, but instead of aiming at the solar directly, it jumps to the left of it, propping its feet against the sarcophagus to be just in striking distance...

**Lanky Linx (34) has posed:**
Seeing the undead near the edge brought a smile to Linx's face. He flawlessly leaps from his position on the alter over it's head, disappearing from its sight. During the leap he pulls a handful of stars and upon landing, he launches them at joints and off balance locations looking to knock the skeleton off the cliff. As the undead turns to face Linx, it is met with a barrage of steel that hits it at different locations knocking it off balance and forcing it to the edge.

**Anilaia (17) has posed:**
The Skeleton lands on the back, some of the black bones cracking as they impact the cobblestone. The blue eyes still glow as it pulls itself up onto the sarcophagus, attempting to stand up in the proces...

**Lanky Linx (34) has posed:**
Flipping his dagger in the air, Linx grabs the tip of the blade. "This fight is won." He releases the dagger as he jumps into the air. Leaping far beyond what a human could he uses this time to do a triple axial and front flip. As he begins plummeting to the ground, he brings his foot crashing down in a viscous axe kick. As he stands from his assault, he catches the falling dagger.

**Anilaia (17) has posed:**
Shattering like a skull under a hammer, the foot not only destroys the black skull, but also smashes right through the 4 inch marble plate on the sarcophagous. White splinters fly everywhere, just as the black skeleton stops moving and falling to the ground...

**Lanky Linx (34) has posed:**
Solving two problems at once, Linx is pleasantly surprised that the sarcophagus is open. He starts rummaging through it as best he can. Something catches Linx's eye. Something gleaming. He reaches in and pulls it out.

**Anilaia (17) has posed:**
As the hand finds the hilt of the object, it feels heavy, probably about the weight of a human, maybe more. As the solar pulls more and more, slowly Bonecrusher, the Starmetal Goremaul of Gewlin, god of decay, comes back to the light of the unconquered sun for the first time since hundreds of years.