It Has Begun

Skullgorn, Manuheim, Heaven

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The third level of Skullgorn was not what they expected. It somewhat emulated a King’s chamber. Chandeliers, bright and golden, hung overhead but without chains, seemingly an invisible energy kept them afloat.

Carpets weaved with rare linen of Oshengard, placed on sides, and to the hallway. The stonework of walls and columns was molded impressively, shiny and marbled, and patterned with symbols.

The room was wide and columned. Weapons with high-class sophistication were displayed on the walls, on the columns, and together with shields and armor. Three prison guards, the same regalia as the Angel scouts they had met outside Skullgorn, greeted them with hostility.

“Prison Guards of Skullgorn, I am Zudkiel. The Hero of Manuheim. If you know me, let us pass to that door.” Zudkiel pointed to large double doors behind the three prison guards as he ambled first among the group.

“We know who you are old soul. And your agenda is not welcome here.”