Garl Maerwick - Prolouge
The heavy set stone doors opened with a defying rumble, the beautifully carved monstrous heads gazed silently almost as if their gaze alone could prevent the turn of events. Had it been another time, another man, they might have. But not this day, not this man and so the doors for the first time in eons used their hinges and gave passage into the darkness behind them.
There he stood feeling the adrenalin run through his muscles from the heavy work of opening those ancient doors. He catched his breath while feeling excitement fill his being, his eyes gleaming with eagerness and hope. The heavy leather of his armor crea