We Were Right About Magic

Battle Axe of Navask

In the center of the clearing stood an ancient stone temple, its walls covered in vines and moss. Axo felt a shiver run down her spine as she looked at the structure. Something about it felt ominous, like it was watching her.

"We need to get closer," Shira whispered. "But we need to be careful. There could be traps or guards."

Axo nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew they were getting closer to their goal, but she couldn't help but feel a sense of dread. Something about the temple felt wrong.

They moved slowly and quietly, careful not to step on any twigs or rustle any leaves. As they got closer to the temple, Axo could see that there were no guards or traps, at least none that she could see.

They reached the entrance of the temple, a large stone archway covered in vines. Axo took a deep breath, steeling herself for what lay ahead. They stepped through the archway, into the darkness of the temple.

Axo's eyes struggled to adjust to the dim light. She could see the outline of pillars and walls, but not much else.

The air was thick with the scent of ancient dust and decay, and it clung to their throats with each breath they took. The sound of their footsteps echoed through the cavernous space, and the stone floor was slick with moisture, making each step treacherous.

As they moved deeper into the temple, shafts of light streamed in through cracks in the walls, illuminating the dust particles floating in the air. The light revealed intricate carvings etched into the walls, depicting scenes of battles and rituals long forgotten.

The walls themselves were made of massive stone blocks, each one hewn with precision and care. The air felt heavy with the weight of the temple's age, and the silence was broken only by the sound of their footsteps and the occasional drip of water.

As they continued to explore, they came across altars and statues, each one covered in a thick layer of dust. The altars were adorned with offerings of food and drink, long since decayed and rotted away. The statues were of strange, otherworldly creatures, each one more ominous than the last.

The air was like ice the further they progressed, sending shivers down their spines. The darkness felt oppressive, and each step forward felt like a step deeper into the unknown. Shira muttered a mantra before producing a flame from his hand for light.

"Remind me again why you're paying me a thousand gold to do this?" Axo whispered to Shira.

"For the treasure hunt, of course," Shira replied, his voice barely above a whisper. "The gold, the jewels, the artifacts. Think of all the riches we'll find."

Axo rolled her eyes. "You and your obsession with money."

"What can I say? I like to live a comfortable life."

"And I like to live a life without being chased by cave banshees."

They moved deeper into the temple, their footsteps echoing loudly in the empty space. Axo couldn't shake the feeling that they were being watched, but she pushed the thought aside.

After a few minutes of walking, they finally reached a large chamber, its walls covered in ancient runes and symbols. In the center of the room sat a large stone pedestal, on which sat a small wooden box.

"That's it," Shira whispered, pointing to the box. "The treasure."

Axo approached the pedestal cautiously, eying the box warily. She reached out to touch it, but before she could, a loud rumbling noise filled the chamber, shaking the ground beneath their feet.

"What the hell was that?" Axo shouted.

"I think we've triggered a trap," Shira replied.

Axo rolled her eyes. "No shit. Any ideas on how to get out of here?"