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Event from Tacitus

Message sent to Everyone in the vicinity of Unterstrom

The surface of Unterstrom appeared unchanged, for bandits, thieves, rogues, and such ilk continued to hold their territories, claiming unspoken authority over the dark disorganized city rife with crime. Deep below the remnants of the keep of Unterstrom, in the maze of catacombs lit by phantasmal and faint blue glows etched into the walls and flickering as flames on torches that had not illuminated darkness in many centuries, ten figures rose. At first they appeared formless and immaterial, like shadows moving of their own accord. Then there were many loud creaking noises that echoed throughout the deep underground labyrinth, screeches of metal against stone. The sources of such painful grating sounds at last arrived at the shadows, where they halted, putting an end to the cacophony but not to the resonating remnants that persisted for several seconds. The shadows paid no heed to the noise, for they felt no such foreign thing as pain. Soon the shadows were picking up parts of rusted metal, pieces of armor and weapons buried beneath the keep among the crypts of kings and heroes. Through black wispy tendrils the shadows grasped the decayed metals, bent them, shaped them, all as the red rust slowly turned black. Shapes formed, intangible shadow became solid metal. When all ten gained definite bodies, the blackness on the rusty metal withdrew, leaving ten armored figures in immaculately shining plate, which reflected the blue glow intensely. The tallest metallic being spoke, and the others listened, "Our powers are restored. Too long we have slept through the ages of wood and stone and steel. Now, it is time for us to return to the surface, for our kingdoms have too long suffered the absence of our rule." The gathering of hollow suits of armor voiced its general agreement, and the ten faded into darkness as the torches and the engravings lost their glow, leaving no trace of what had transpired. Above ground, no one noticed any differences, save for those who were most sensitive to the gift.

Tacitus (Ancient Monarch)