The Archaic Chronicles of Dome-Wyrd

VI: The Mystical Anvil: Muurin.  During the next dawn the ominous sun pierced through the glass castle and awoke everyone simultaneously with a chained-yawn. Elves always operated on a wavelength of unison, which only gave them advantages in times of horrid war.      At first light, the king wandered up the stairs to the anvil they spotted during last night's arrival, walking up the spiraling-steps, Mondisi saw a glowing blue hammer, placed atop the anvil, the anvil was covered by a strange gazebo made of glass.   The king slowly examined the hammer and placed it in his palm, it was like no hammer he had ever gazed upon. The hammer itself required the wielder to use both hands, and all of their strength, the size of the hammer only complimented this, standing at roughly three-feet-long.   The actual hammer, was the most peculiarly, accurate cube he had ever seen, and like the palace below him, was also fashioned of glass.   Mondisi lifted the hammer with all of his frail-might, str

V: Behind The Waterfall. Slowly, and quietly he lit a torch that he had pried from an archaic skeleton’s brittle fingers. Mondisi now saw what had lurked in these eerily unlit, untouched caves, with the first spark of flame from the dead-man’s torch.   First the unbelievably huge tongue that was far too big for it’s mouth, giant, black, judging eyes that the king could see himself within. Scaly green, slimy, damp skin, that was in the process of shedding.   As the king’s eyes widened- gripping his sword, the sound of the leather-wrapped hilt between his tensed fingers. The monstrous beast’s obsidian eyes suddenly opened. Eye-crust the size of the king rained down onto the cavern floor, speaking in an elongated manner.   "Hello.. ELF." Jumping backwards the king shouted   "Reveal your identity demon! why are you in my Kingdom!" The serpent, unmoved,      "why I have always lived here, mortal, the question I should ask is why are YOU, in MY home?" The king p

IV: A Hidden, Glass Kingdom.  Without thought they all strolled, one after another, their clanking metal footsteps were harmonious in this terrible monotony, that was only worsening.    Into the dark caverns they repeatedly stomped. They could not see before them, but they all knew where to go, even the limping queen.  The only light they could see, was a pinched cone of light, breaking the ceiling. Wandering through the hall of rock, toward the unknown cone of light, they saw its undeniable beauty and none of them could avert their glare.   Just beyond the rock-hall was a skinny pathway surrounded by a swaying body of water around them. At the end of this dimly lit path- there it stood. The thing this she-demon of sleep supposedly promised them, was not a lie.   Constructed in a strange cubic fashion made of a frosted white glass, there were two floors to the castle, and two towers that stood on opposite ends, to the right, behind the tower was a staircase and a very odd blue light th

III:  Three Trials of Royalty  The path winded up a good few miles into snowy cliffs that seemed to have no end. After what seemed like a fortnight of traveling, there it stood, gawking at them. There lied a stone archway, built from the products of earth, but not for man, nor elf, the entryway seemed to be so tall that it was built for beings of a certain enormity.   The wind howled as all of the Snow Elves slowly entered, the king’s emerald circlet began to glow even brighter than it was before, leading the way for the Elves that marched in front of the king, cautious.   The eerie gale from outside moaned its way through the caverns-The wind continued to howl, whispering past all of them, and whistle, practically shrieking until it revealed a distinctive whisper, they all heard it. It, was her... Mondisi shouted, “I-I-I-It’s her! The one from my dreams! I know her!” His soldiers and sons shocked, all-repeated in synchronization,   “Aye, me too, my King..”   A foggy light revealed its