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The Legionnaires marched down the dune as beside them Lord Wanksor Opert and a Knight General road on horseback. "Good lord," Opert commented as they approached. Before them was the massive outline of a hole, filled to the brim with hard rock. It stood out among the sand. "Our reports say a week ago there was some sort of ruin where we now stand," The General frowned as he hoped down from his horse onto the circle of rock. "Now just this."
Opert shrugged. "Well, one less place for the Pagan's to worship, I suppose." He patted the man on the back. "Thank you for the conquest, General. At last we are at peace." As Opert walked away to celebrate with the victorious troops the General remained, frowning at the strange rock circle. Things did not just disappear. "This was a pit," He whispered to himself as he glanced down. Opert turned with a cocked eyebrow. "This was a pit, this rock made the ruins... it filled it up. Something sucked it down and compressed it until it filled up."
"...A pit that size would have to massively deep, General. It's ludicrous," Opert muttered.
The General glanced at Opert fearfully. "It'd have to go straight down to the fires of the earth. This isn't a pit, my Lord. This is a tomb."
Opert gave the man a bored expression and shrugged. "May they rest in peace."
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The Ethic lay on it's side in a stone hangar, deep underground. It's door was open. Down a tunnel from it in a small room Lun and the others that the Ethic had managed to collect lay in beds, their wounds healing. None had yet woken. Tormand frowned as he knelt down beside Lun's unconscious form. "Hello, former Emperor Lun," He whispered. Lun's eyes remained closed. Tormand glanced over the man and sighed. "So you tried to kill me..." He continued as he stood and began to walk toward the doorway. He reached out and turned the knob for the gas light. "That was a mistake." The light went out.
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Lauren and Aero arrived to the site too late to help but were pulled in all the same. Both looked at one another, fearful for thier lives.