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Anyways, more lore expositions v:!

Am not a jurk v:

I'm just saying that FEF attendance is not for life :V

@Others:

"None."

@Tombraiders:

"Silence with you. My questions first." Suddenly Leo found his mouth gagged with pink ball of energy-matter.

"Continue, you two. Especially about my children..."

inb4 grimdark!trio of Leo, Julius and Ciera take on the world before they become three gods...

And thousand years later Kefka steals their powers :V!!!

"How am I supposed to know!?" She growled, trying to push the door, but it didn't budge at all. "It's closed even tighter than it was with my spells. I can't explain this..."

@Tombraiders

"My children devastated...?" The chillness in the tomb suddenly got a spike in it's dreadfulness, to the point it induced a slight nausea in the stomaches of the three present.

The ghost of Troy Lionheart leaned - as much as a ghost can lean - against the sarcophagus, crossed arms on his chest, and looked at the visitors.

"Allright, I had enough. Six visits and everyone brushes away my questions about how Empire fares nowadays. No more I say!"

@Others:

The door slammed shut with thunderous noise, making Fyra jump in terror before she could reply to Alec.

"What the!?" She rushed to push the door open, but it didn't even budge.

@Tombraiders:

"You're not leaving this palce till I'm satisfied with the answers to all questions I have. You might refuse to cooperate, but I want to point out that I'm eternal, and you can starve and die. So how it will be?"

Fyra pushed on the door, and the runes faded as the heavy door opened with a creak and rumble. Then she stood beside it.

"Better hold on your promise." She uttered to all three as they went in.


The tomb was a giant, long hall stretching into the darkness. Tall, square pillars supported the ceiling, preventing it from collapsing. The green tiles of mosaics were much better preserved here, forming whole floor and the walls still had whole patterns intact.

It was an eerie place, and a disturbing one too; on small alcoves, lined on both sides of the corridor, were skeletons, each of them maimed; one's skull was crushed while another's was missing. Another had several ribs missing, as if some blade cut them off. And another was missing every bone of its left arm. Each alcove had a plaque, but whatever writing was on them was already gone. This creepy display of skeletons was inconsistent with any burial rite of early Empire that Fezz knew of.

Then, at the end of the corridor, there was a small archway. After passing underneath it, the trio ventured into a small burial chamber, with a huge sarcophagus made of dull metal. The Imperial Flag, dusty and it's thread bare and ripped severely, was hanging still, attached to the low dome-like ceiling above it.

Then there was a chilling breeze...

"Why are you disturbing my eternal rest?" A disembodied voice asked quietly.