3. Gift from the Ancients
In an ancient cavern, long thought bottomless and cursed, Tabaxi adventures in search of treasures. As this one scaled the cold stone, he longed for the warmth denmother had filled his imagination with in years long past, and as he longed, he lost focus. One misplaced claw and Dar’jirr was falling through the darkness. He said one last goodbye to the world that never truly trusted him, before his fall was broken by a pile of strange things…
Lighting his torch, this one saw mounds of ancient bodies, corpses dried and swathed in fine garments and blankets. The air, stale and thick with must hung heavy upon him. Tabaxi gathered trinkets and jewels with haste, not wishing to spend long in this evil tomb, before finding a runed leather box in a chest of engraved bones and strange stones. The box was filled with cards of an ancient design, unfamiliar to this one. He spirited this too away and finally made his escape.
Climbing for hours through the darkness, Dar’jirr collapsed in a huff in the setting sun at the precipice of the cavern. His coffers filled with shining treasures of an origin this one cared little to understand, Tabaxi made his way back to the village.