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located in The Skyfall Crypts, a part of The Multiverse, one of the many universes on RPG.

The Skyfall Crypts

Nestled high in the Peaks of this Mountain Ridge's second Mountain, the Skyfall Crypts lay deep in the snow and ice. These once proud Crypts served as a burial ground for some of this world's fiercest warriors, proud scholars and worthy leaders. However, due to the Crypt's legends, so too did the Crypts fall into legend themselves. As the years past, these stone halls began to crumble, the altars ruined and the energies of that mystical place became fouled by time's cold embrace. Recently, the crypts have become opened by two different factions. One Such cavern has been taken over by Necromancers, further dececrating this once proud place by raising the honored dead as servants to their evil schemes. The other is a lone being cloaked in shadow and bearing a strange black stone bow. Be it threat or friend, these caverns hold gold, gems and ancient weaponry ripe for the taking. But beware for the Dead are walking...just waiting to serve their new masters...

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Character Portrait: Eurander Character Portrait: Bjorg Folkvar Character Portrait: The Damned Character Portrait: Agatha Bizzenghast Character Portrait: King Paul Elupitser Character Portrait: Trophonia of Skyfall Character Portrait: Artrea Character Portrait: Jaralemo Character Portrait: Ulaerius Sanguise
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Trophonia's eyes flicked open, light flashing from them for a moment. She swallowed the stone with a grotesque gulp as she struggled to pull herself up-taking the time to marvel at her hands as she placed them firmly on the surface below her. It was rough, and hard, and firm - everything Artrea was not.

Trophonia grimaced. It was the attempt at a smile but the muscles of Trophonia's face had yet to relearn to function. Artrea, as an aside, had never smiled before. There was a first time for everything the Colossi was learning. Aches and pains began to present themselves across her body, disappearing with cracks and pops as she slowly contorted upward. Her eyes rolled around as they learned to focus. The glow faded but never truly went away, a sight to see when the pitch of the dark of the Crypts returned.

The stone in the mouth of the King faded to black, veins of the same color crawling across his skin. They webbed out from his mouth and blackened his face. They spidered down his neck in an intricate pattern.