*runs into my room, and pulls out one of my grandfathers books. looks through it back into the early 1300's. it read:*
"They have found it..the sacred treasure of the Azerathians. We must protect it with our lives...it is protected with a special wall, with a curse on it. The writing is clear in moonlight as it is in sunlight, or starlight..the wirting is of the ancient Azerathian language. it translates to:
Whoever may touch this treasure,
Will leave with a dreaded curse,
One that will destroy their lives with grief and sorrow,
Their loved ones will slowly slip away,
Like a leaf in the breeze,
With screams of them reflecting in their mind"
*runs back with the book*
Guen! look! i found something!