Riven hadn’t realized it until just then, but the words coming out of his mouth were not in the English language. He was speaking…sothing else…and it was downright natural. It was as if he’d known this language his entire life. Confused, and not understanding how or when this particular bunch of knowledge had transplanted itself, he added it to the list of system tomfuckery that’d been going on over the past little while.
With a creak, Riven turned the doorknob and pushed. A dust cloud ca up off the ground a few feet into the air as the door ca open, and in front of him, a long dark hallway led to a staircase going down.
Not creepy at all. Nope. Nothing about this wonderful joyride had been creepy in the slightest, and this dark, ancient hallway definitely didn’t fit that bill, either.
He walked in silence, only pausing to inspect the imdiate surroundings of his hallway. All of this…it was downright fascinating to him. Sure, he might be stuck in hell, but he’d been an atheist all his life. Exploring and sightseeing might not be such a bad idea while he was here, and this ruin seed as good a place as any to start. There were occasional scratch marks carved into the walls to form crude demonic hieroglyphs. Little skulls of oddly shaped rodents were scattered along one side of the hallway where an alcove into the hallway had been built—or what he assud to have once been rodents. An ancient halberd rusted with age that’d been snapped in half during a battle millennia past was placed directly in his path along the dust-covered floor—and those were only so of the things in the increasingly clutter-filled hallway. Decayed books, overturned tables, and a charred human skull were added to the list—but nothing of true value other than the ability to stimulate his curiosity was found. Soon he ca to the end of the dark, dry, and nearly lightless hallway to peer down the set of stone stairs. At the bottom, about thirty steps down, was yet another hallway that was already partially illuminated from here—this one a lot less cluttered than the one he’d just left.
There was a bed on thick wooden stilts, a nightstand about two feet across, an oddly shaped lantern with a bell curve to it, and a boxy chest. It was all in fairly good condition considering what the rest of this place looked like, but still looked rather old. The bed had a wrinkled velvet blanket atop a well-made mattress, and two slightly moth-eaten pillows were laid neatly at the headboard. The nightstand was redwood, just like the bed, and had two books sitting atop its surface next to the tal lantern. Then there was the chest, a container that could have likely fit him inside and made of planks that had a simple clasp to seal it shut.
“Not too shabby.”
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