10/20/17 Tunnels of the Golden Guardian

	The tunnels had been there since well before mankind settled the Blyrt Slopes. Though ancient, they had tell-tale signs of being unnatural constructions. They were smooth and precise; far more than any natural construction could be. The tunnels webbed out at perfect right angles, each perfectly circular in cross-section and the exact same diameter. Even with their obvious crafted origin, no tool marks pocked the surfaces or gave sign of the ancient craftsmen.
	When the people of the valley began building their way up the slopes—terracing and terraforming the hillside to their farming needs—they uncovered a great circular door. This door was wholly plain apart from a single unidentifiable symbol at the perfect center of it. After a few days of trying to open it, the people of the valley—and now of the slopes—gave up on trying to uncover its secrets. It was not until a great wizard came to rest in the valley on her travels that they even gave it much more thought.
	The wizard was a towering woman with an intense presence. When she first arrived at one of the local inns, she wasted no time in questioning the locals, searching for any strange artifacts or places in their valley. Although getting only hesitant and truncated responses in return to her questioning, she pieced together enough information to learn about the door. On her second day of narrowed questioning she was able to pinpoint its location.
	On the third day she set up a small camp at the site of the door. The locals had re-buried it, intending to forget its mysteries and focus on more practical matters. By that afternoon she had summoned a small workforce of stony golems to re-excavate the door. By the time twilight had begun to seep its way over the valley, bathing them in shadow, they had fully uncovered the door. By the next morning it was open, with no sign of the wizard.
	The townspeople were already wary of the door. After they found the open door they grew terrified. Over the months that they had left the door buried, a deep superstition had grown. Rumors and conjecture crossed tables in the taverns and mothers told cautionary tales about the door to encourage their young ones to leave it be. It was intimidating enough closed, but open it seemed to blossom into a more immediate threat.