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[Ceinwyn ab'Arawn]

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The ground was thrumming with energy, the Hill beginning to quake. A loud, low humming filled the air with the promise of some great expectancy. All the wildlife had skittered long ago, to some far off safety. All that stood within the rumbling vicinity was Ceinwyn ab'Arawn, and the Hill.

A dark sentinel against the backdrop of Umbra, the rotting monolith shook under the tremendous force of the incantation.

Ceinwyn ab'Arawn stood, savoring every pulsing ripple of tremor that wracked the desolate edifice. Chips of stone broke off and tumbled to ground level, dusting their wake. The rumbling so much in some places, that whole coffins pushed forth from their graves and sent fetid occupants cascading down in eddies of putrid matter.

Ceinwyn ab'Arawn stood, watching all of this, and she relished every moment.

This had been both a tactical and a practical move, all in one. With virtually all of Caina taken by the winds of time and the harsh icy environment that was Dagger Isle, Charnel Hill alone had represented the last remaining true traces of the Order of the Ebon Skull. With its destruction, Ceinwyn sought to dissuade all but the most determined of the old Order from ever returning to rebuild. Oblivion, as a power, had a place within Umbra. But not as some sort of dark deity. She had other designs to bring to fruition. Oblivion was but one of many sources, though most not as widely exploited and touted as oblivion had been.

She had strewn, throughout the structure, pieces of blackrock. She had logistically stuffed it into key areas of the structure's support. She had created a bastardized combination of the Armageddon spell and the earthquake spell. Utilizing the natural tendencies of the rare reagent, she had uttered words which set the gothic tomb to trembling. She held back the final word of release to the spell, the key word that would bring the whole thing crashing to the ground. She wanted to enjoy this moment for as long as she could.

Finally, she muttered that potent word.

With a loud groan, the ancient mortuary ruptured in several places. The tomb released an anticipative sigh as all of the supports within the crypt disintigrated, as a result of the side effects of the Armageddon spell.

There was a pregnant pause.

And then the entire structure began it's descent. Ancient and massive stones grinded and collided towards the ground. Such was the force of Armageddon that there was actually an implosion, as the natural properties of the blackrock drew rock inward.

The resulting dust cloud was so dense that initially, shopkeepers in Umbra could only shake their heads in wonder at the strange weather. It took 2 days for the dust to completely dissipate.

Construction began. Ceinwyn ab'Arawn oversaw the placement of every new stone, every fresh rock from the quarry. She ordered orcs and other lower life forms to haul the massive black stones from the mines. Slaves were kept busy with the actual construction of the new sepulcher. Three back-breaking, gruelling days it took to complete the new structure. All in all, it took a total of 49 orcs, 11 ogres, 16 trolls, 2 ettins, and 947 human slaves from the Delucian province to finish the new tower. Marvelously, they had only lost half of those during the process. Not all had turned out to be capable of enduring the punishing work. Such was life.

The Sepulcher loomed over the city of Umbra. The occupants of the city could see it on the horizon. A black landmark rising above the dead treetops. The Sepulcher was a thing of wonder. It served a multitude of purposes. One could hold a city council meeting in it, or a dinner party. One could instruct pupils and it housed a vast library of the books claimed from the abandoned Charnel Hill as well as Ceinwyn's own private library. The most magnificent thing about the new structure, however, was that there were endless possibilities in the ways with which to torture or kill a being.

But, those stories, and that of Dan's fate, as he lies locked in the dungeon, are best left for another time. Good evening, boys and girls.