A nice departure in a sense. You hunt relics before anyone else! Take care to make sure that no one gets to these dangerous relics as their power could be catastrophic!
The Relic Hunter
The chamber was sealed before most nations had names.
Stone doors split slowly under pressure that should not have moved them. Dust spills like breath held for millennia. Symbols along the arch ignite faintly — not welcoming… not hostile… simply acknowledging.
Someone has entered who understands thresholds.
Beyond the opening, the ruin descends in layered silence — mechanisms sleeping beneath the floor, murals watching from shadow, relics waiting where they were left when the world was younger and far more dangerous.
Word spreads quickly in certain circles when a site like this opens.
Governments.
Collectors.
Cultists.
Grave robbers.
Scholars.
They all want what lies inside.
But some places were never meant to be emptied.
Some objects were never meant to surface.
And some discoveries change the balance of the world simply by being touched.
That is why you were called.
Your light cuts into the dark, and the ruin answers — locks shifting, air stirring, ancient paths revealing themselves as if recognizing a long-expected presence.
Far below, something sealed shifts once in its stone cradle.
The expedition begins now.
What is taken, what is left, and what is sealed again…
will be decided by you.
Stone doors split slowly under pressure that should not have moved them. Dust spills like breath held for millennia. Symbols along the arch ignite faintly — not welcoming… not hostile… simply acknowledging.
Someone has entered who understands thresholds.
Beyond the opening, the ruin descends in layered silence — mechanisms sleeping beneath the floor, murals watching from shadow, relics waiting where they were left when the world was younger and far more dangerous.
Word spreads quickly in certain circles when a site like this opens.
Governments.
Collectors.
Cultists.
Grave robbers.
Scholars.
They all want what lies inside.
But some places were never meant to be emptied.
Some objects were never meant to surface.
And some discoveries change the balance of the world simply by being touched.
That is why you were called.
Your light cuts into the dark, and the ruin answers — locks shifting, air stirring, ancient paths revealing themselves as if recognizing a long-expected presence.
Far below, something sealed shifts once in its stone cradle.
The expedition begins now.
What is taken, what is left, and what is sealed again…
will be decided by you.
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