[DD1] Before
Debrincat isn't sure what to do when he comes across the skull.
It's no secret that he's no lover of the old artefacts -- a collector, yes, moreso for Artemesa's sake than his own, but he knows enough about the times before that he knows he's better off exactly where he is. The loss of his family could not change his mind, and neither will this centerpiece: a bleached-white skull, glimmering with torchlight and adorned with what looks like a ceremonial bridle.
It was a big courser, whoever they were. Debrin steps closer, minding the dirt at his feet for possible traps, and inspects the craftsmanship. Certainly not of this time. The buckles are intricate, the leather cracked and frozen with age. The only things that seem to have withstood the centuries of neglect are the ruby gemstone, sitting right between this Courser's eye sockets, and the metal contraption forever trapped between upper and lower jaw. Debrincat had never seen anything like it.
What was it for? What was the point? Debrin stares at the metal apparatus and works his mouth absently, trying to imagine the cool, dusted metal resting on his pallate. It looks thick, with a high port; it would reach far, and sit in his mouth uncomfortably. Neither trait he considers tolerable.
The ruby glimmers down at him and for a moment, he considers taking it.
It would fetch good coin. Debrin almost starts to crane his neck up to the display, but stops short.
This was a memorial. A tribute. Artemesa would want nothing to do with his offering -- and truth be told, even if she took it, he didn't want to disturb it either. This courser lived a life he will never know. To the victors go the spoils, sure, and nothing here would be missed by now, but... he's a young dungeoner, but an honorable one.
I hope you lived a good life, Debrincat thinks silently, staring at the skull. Humans were long gone, and so were the coursers they knew. This one was clearly beloved, but perhaps not in the way it should have been. He bows his head and turns away.
And I hope you are at rest.
"An ancient Courser skull has been mounted on the walls of the Caverns and adorned with jewels. The whole scene seems to venerate whoever this once was. It wears a beautiful bridle, but something strange is in its mouth– an uncomfortable-looking metal apparatus that sits behind its incisors, attached to the petrified leather. What do you suppose this was for?"
Submitted By Havenesc
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