The Lore of Sorcerer Ozohr of the Sacred Pillars

       Extinguished lanterns lined the long cut granite corridor. Thor’s wrath provided Ozohr with just enough light so he wouldn’t trip over the 

nearly slippery floor.This passage seemed as old as time itself, and untouched for almost as many years. “Is this truly how far I’ve fallen from the

Sacred Pillars?” He asked himself, slowing his pace, taking care not to lose his footing. After what had felt like hours, he finally could see an arched

doorway in the distance. With every step it grew greater in size, until Ozohr finally reached the base of it.

In a cold sweat, he pulled back the hood on his burlap cloak. The message he’d received gave careful instructions that if not followed would surely

lead to his demise. The doors were massive, close to 30 feet tall, but light as a feather. They open silently, void of any gears or cogs. He kept his eyes

fixated on the floor as he shuffled towards the large pyramidal shadow in front of him.

   The doors quickly shut behind Ozohr, and just as swiftly, any remnants of light. Thor’s wrath seemed to be drowned out by the darkness, with 

the exception of 2 extinguished lanterns, one on either side of the now closed doors. Using Thor’s Wrath, he lit the one closest to him, and in

sequence lanterns around the entire room lit themselves, throwing the room into stark contrast. The granite had been replaced with cut and polished

marble, the room itself mimic’d the pyramid shape of the mountain. Ozohr stood in awe, never before had he seen so many memes gathered in one

place. They were framed in gold, hung tightly to the polished marble. Ozohr moved from one grand image to the next, so entranced with the artwork,

he failed to notice the eyes locked on him from across the room. He worked his way through the room until he finally reached a giant coffin bound in

chains. A powerful spell bound the chains to the coffin. Ozohr had read of such spells before, which usually required the combined might of multiple

wizards and a blood pact.

  There was a small gap in the face of the prison, granting the creature inside just enough visibility to peer outside. Ozohr and the being locked 

eyes, and although it was only for a moment, time had felt as if it was standing still. Countless images flashed before him, some of the greatest memes

in existence, but this was not all. He witnessed a witch being burned, an angry crowd gathered around her, fueling the fire with bad memes, ones the

world hoped to forget. It was in that instant, Ozohr felt he achieved an inexplicable illumination of the infinite; Awakening. His gaze turned away

from the creature, and he muttered a name to himself that felt as if it had been engraved in his mind; “Nosferatu”. He let out a long sigh, pulled up

the hood on his cloak and exited the dungeon.

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