~You stand in the Crypt of Hearts, a world of darkness
and death. The air is still, decayed with age, and the
smell of sulphur pervades the air. A hot wind seems to
be coming from around the corner, to the south...
On the other side of the lava run are
temple walls with inscriptions that seem
to twist your very thoughts towards baser
instincts. The smell of death lingers in the
hot air. Drums can be heard in the distance...
~You stand near a mausoleum. A runic inscription
reads, "Sir Culanthir - May he at last rest."
The years seem to have rusted this iron gate shut.
Even the ground is undisturbed. Your footfalls kick
small clouds of dust that hang in the still, dead air.
This large room is filled with a seething pool of lava.
In the distance can be seen many floating blocks,
held up by some sort of magic. Perhaps the field of
fire may after all be safely traversed...
You stand near the stairs leading down further into this
crypt of the dead. A cold air gusts from the opening,
bringing with it the smell of decaying flesh...
~You come upon a strange sight. Humans have evidently been
killed, each next to a small guttering candle. In the
center of this bizarre sacrifice stands a closed crypt
made of heavy stone...
In the middle of this sea of lava stands a temple. You can
see its rune incripted walls shimmering in the heat...
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