Private Tales The Trouble With Relics

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Zari'to Honi

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Each step had been measured. Counted. And calculated. He knew the distance from the entrance to the pillar he was currently standing at, the time it took for him to cross that very distance if he walked at an even stride. Judging how heavy the item before him was, he even calculated the difference in his head, going based off estimations of course. He would adjust on the fly if he had to. A deep breath was drawn, one he immediately regretted as the air was hot and heavy as was fitting for this particular underground cavern. Though their was no evidence above ground, he had every reason to believe that once upon a time a volcano laid here. There was a hill not to far off after all and the the land about was sprinkled with hot springs. Also the pockets of sulfur he encounter.

As he stood there, he started listing off the minerals he had encountered along the way and knew with enough prodding, ore veins could be discovered here. Oh the wealth he could amass draining the land of precious metals. Alas, he was under strict orders to just get the thing. His mission was the thing. And what was the thing? A floating black metallic ball. Magnetic or magnets, it was all the same. His mastered wanted it, his master would get it. It was as simple as that for the retainer. Him being the retainer.

The literature he received on the item was limited. His own studies came back with as much as he was provided. Once upon a time, an old forest people lived in these parts. Every five years they would make a pilgrimage to this under ground temple in which they would give their offerings to the their god. And that was all. He didn't know if the floating orb before him was their offering, a product of their offerings, or hell, even their god. He just knew it was one of a kind and his master was a collector of such oddities, hell, he was even part of that of collection being that he was a neko.

And so as a agent of his master he stood there, golden eyes locked on his prize. He was the adventurous explorer, stepping foot upon an ancient temple that had not been trespassed upon in years thanks to superstition. The room itself was small, the hall narrow barely 7 feet across. As customary with old temples the single torch far overhead was already lid and cast a eerie shadow along the wall. He wasn't entirely sure what was making said shadow but he knew he didn't like it. He also didn't like the fact that despite being mounted on the wall, he couldn't see the ceiling. Hell, even sent one of his threat up as far as he could and couldn't reach the top. That was very startling. If the room was set with a trap, it would likely come from above.

And so he stood there at the read, with a fur lined bag in hand, ready to claim his prize. Jaw steeled, he took another breath of hot at, wipe the sweat from his brow, and as fast as a lightning strike, swiped the floating orb. It wasn't heavy, was the first thing that came to mind as he raced for the entrance and only when he stopped there to look back did he realize that nothing had happened.

"Kheh... That's disappointing... Where's my trap!" He yelled into the narrow room, upset that no fun had been had. When raiding an old temple, one always should be awarded with the thrill of avoiding traps after all.

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