For goodness’ sake! Lord Geoff is still presumptuous as ever. He ordered me to get home as soon as possible. In order to bolster our foothold of the region, he asked me in a gentle way and I quote: “Lord Aisla, our position is of on the dire side. I beseech you to recruit as many levies as possible to strengthen this expedition.” and his reasoning is I am a native of this land, Kehina. Which is true. More men are on the defensive side from the south to maybe fend off the incoming assault of the Inglovian scums.
Meanwhile, as I, together with my band, set foot in the arc catalogue of the capital. I found a man whom I am familiar with. He is my best friend, the famous archaeologist, who hailed from the outskirts of the capital metropolitan - his name is Guillermo. ‘Guiles’ for short, Guiles of the Äşaga (Ai-sha-ga or E-sha-ga). In accordance with his letter written directly to me, he was looking for a hidden dungeon. ‘I have found that in ten to fifteen years (10-15 years) due time. There will be an activity in Kehina.’ says by him through the missive. He thinks that he had pinpointed the location and asked me to come along and help him investigate but we - Lord Geoff and the band of men, already expunged the inhabitants from the surface end of the dungeon.
“Guile!” I call from afar, which therefore he notices my presence from his left side ear, waving his hand at me.
As I am approaching him, including the bands of men of the first platoon (1st Plat.). I meet him with an embrace and with arms wide open engulfs me to his chest. I notice from the build of his muscle that he still possesses a bulky structure like the one he had left several years ago. ‘University of Inglovian Occidental’ is where he pursued his studies and where he topped his class. An ardent student who happens to be one of the geniuses that fails to acknowledge his worth. Kehina thinks he was a hoax and land digging is considered as similar to the likes of undertakers (or sepulchres). Or it is just a hobby.
"How's the soldier of Kehina been doing lately?" he says in a jovial tone, where he uplifts the mood of his voice.
"I am a general now. One of the best." I ought to rectify him, by saying it in a low tone.
"Oh, you really are! I'm sorry for misjudging your position. I deeply apologize." wherein he does a genuflection, as he reflects on his oversight.
"Not at all. I'm pleased to see you in flesh once again." as I hug him again in a tight cinch of my grip.
"Man, I really do hate this nation. Ninety and nine percent (99%). If were not for you, I'll totally despise Kehina." he professes, as we laugh thereafter.
This man loathes this place to an absolute degree. Well, I can't blame the man. He went through a plethora or several cases of discrimination since the time he proclaimed himself to be an archeologist. In my utmost opinion, I would agree with his sentiment not at all just a whim of basic empathy but as his friend. My best friend.
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"So what buys your time for, Lord Aisla?" he questions what really makes my time for the past years up until now in his absence.
Monster extermination, exploration, cleansing, policing, anti-piracy activities, mitigation of insurrections, preparation of the impending war, enlisting reserves, auditing mortal resources, brainstorming land and naval wargames, purging suspected dissidents, and last and foremost, handling the duties inside inner circles of the royal party: but what piques his intrigue is the word 'exploration'. He also confirms that the rumours he sent to me in the prior years of ten to fifteen (10 - 15 years) were all true. The sole purpose of him going home.
After a couple of days of expedition; returning back to current circumstances, we arrive at the scene where we have spotted the army still intact and the commander of this operation, Lord Geoff, who also stands in one piece. We go straight to discovering it as we start to explore the area afterwards. The section where the lights blaze within. Moreover, as we dig and exhume deeper, we expect more less than some sort of a hideout for creatures of the lesser beings. It seems like an abandoned castle, as we descend further and deeper into the dungeons, we notice something strange about the walls. There are faint carvings of strange symbols that we couldn't quite make out.
Guillermo of Äşaga voices out: "A doings of the Inglovians!" in an exclaiming way, since he is the expert of excavating things beneath the surface, we agree to believe his rhetoric.
After a few hours of searching, Guile finds a room with an underground commission chamber inside. Of course, we are intrigued by the looks of it. We, thus, follow some clues that seem to lead us to a senescent map that points us towards a certain point on the piece of scroll. We follow the clues, the hints, and the leads which were insinuated by my friend and eventually come across an iron door with strange markings on it. A big ass iron door - in a grandiose style with a paradigm as the same of the Inglovians. After opening it, we discover another one I despise the most. A secret passageway. Because it leads to nowhere but being trapped in this circling maze. However, Guile refutes the idea… my kind of notion. Onwards, we go. Eventually, this path leads to a long lost temple where the giant thingies, composed of legs or an arms of eight, emerge from each side. Ambushing from six different corners. Despite our outnumbered size, we are able to prevail once again against these lesser beings since we already fended them once more.
"So what is next? A baphomet?" Lord Geoff jokes around, as the tittering emerges louder.
"Phew! What a daring attack. Gladly, we didn't lose some valuable resources. Let alone a man since we fought these creatures before." wondering, as I really let out the sigh inside my mouth.
Guiles is doing his thing. Reverse tracking the etches on the walls. While the rest of the team take a deep rest in this frisky sensation of this cave. I, for one, am going to interrupt my best friend or question him about what he's doing. Since drawing my presence unto him, might stall his progress of meeting the answers of this mystery. Why is there a dungeon here? Could that be Lord Geoff was right all along? He stated there's a magical gate summoned here, but where? Only Guillermo knows the answers if he finds one.