Lords of Havoc
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A long winding dirt path cuts through the mountains as it winds its way up through a rocky valley. The air is silent and no wind stirs at all. Your breath and the beating of your heart is all that can be heard as you travel upwards along the path.
The overhead sky is darkened and is lit up with occasional flashes of lightning amongst the billowing clouds of black and gray. The rocky outcroppings on either side of you scale hundreds of feet on either side. The jagged rocks look as if you are walking into the mountain's maw itself.
For several minutes you climb upwards along the path until it begins to level off. A clearing at the top of the path stops before a wall cut right into the mountainside. The wall looks as if it were a curtain of the deepest stone of black you have ever seen. Two large solid doors of pure jet black stone are set closed with no handles or bars on the outside. The surface of the stone is impossibly smooth, but looks as if it had been within the mountainside for hundreds of years.
A torch on either side of the door crackles and snaps as the flames lick up towards the sky. A low and rhythmic sound of chanting can be heard deep from within the walls. You walk closer to the doors and happen to look down at your feet. There you see a sigil cut into the ground. It glows slightly as you pass over it. At that instant, a loud rumbling is heard coming from behind the twin doors. Slowly they begin to part and open outwards.
When the doors open fully, you see a long passage leading downwards. Torches light the walls of the rock tunnel. They appear to glisten and reflect the firelight from their mountings. It looks as if the tunnel goes on for several hundred feet and is filled with darkness save for the orange glow of a torch lighting the corridor every so often. The chanting is slightly louder now, but steady as the rhythmic tone continues on.
You walk forward and begin your descent into the tunnel only to have the doors slowly close behind you. With a resounding
the doors seal tightly against the outside world. You think to yourself that you have just now begun your walk into the halls for the Lords of Havoc!
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