Prologue major edit
silently the Ironclad warrior strode, his armor engraved with various enchanted symbols. Around him spread forth a vastness like no other, an expanse of darkness and stone whose overwhelming shroud was only occasionally lifted by scantily placed Torches along the large columns that seemed, to the warrior, innumerable.
As he came near to his destination, his pace slowed causing his well oiled armor to finally creak the slightest and his cloak to settle more evenly across his pauldrons. He continued, his boots now beginning to echo with every step, the sound resounding throughout the seemingly endless expanse causing him to cringe at the unsettling reverberation.
This place always had the same effect on him, it appeared to have a morbid, dreary air about it, one of which never failed to distress him in a way that he found most disturbing. Looking out, he could see two small lights ahead, both of which failing to illuminate much of anything, but soundly