"We have traveled and overcome many obstacles and battled foes beyond count. And now our goal lies just beyond these doors," proclaimed Ted. "If the legends are true, and the arrow of destiny is correct, within this chamber rests the helm of the golden king. A relic so powerful that it makes it's wearer nigh invincible."
Sloven Stine and a pair or slaves pulled open the heavy doors, plated in tarnished silver and carved with ancient rhunes. The men walked through the threshold into the dark chamber. Ted pushed past one of the slaves and scampered to the far end of the chamber where he paused before a dark alter.
"After a century of searching I have finally found the helm!" With his gaunt hands ted carefully lifted the helm from it's alter dispersing centuries of dust particles that soon filled the chamber.
"ahhh... it's all dirty," proclaimed Ted as he dropped the helm to the floor. "I don't want a dirty old helm," said the wizard as he wiped his hands on his sacred robes.
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