Q U E S T | Cave (Ambience + Ambient Fantasy Music)

[@LordKoehler]

Stark, sinister, grim and foreboding.

[@BurningSorrows]

Exactly what i was looking for when exploring in the caves in minecraft modded. thank you

[@user-vf5oj6ko1e]

Queen Nori never come

[@rachdarastrix5251]

One of my darts is missing. Now I know where it actually ended up I just want you to help me think of a rational explanation to use instead.

[@hivesteel]

I hope you realize you’re an artist defining a genre

[@ArmchairAmbience]

Thanks so much!

[@philipclayberg4928]

Here it was. Finally. After so much time, effort, and loss, I had found the Lost Cave of the Ancients. The people that came before the Lemurians and Atlantians. So legend had it, the same people who had existed side by side with the dinosaurs, not just the animals of the last Ice Age. People who stood at least 8 feet tall, sometimes even over 10 feet tall. This was their last home, their last refuge. The cave where the remnants of their species hid from the growing numbers and violence of other human species. Paleontologists insisted that the Ancients had never existed. But here, in front of me, inside the opening to the cave, would be the proof to disprove them. I carefully entered the cave, electric torch in one hand, gun in the other, wary of anything that looked like it might trigger a trap. I encountered nothing until I saw a pile of debris almost hiding an ancient chest from sight. Had I found the Lost Ark of the Covenant, I don't think I could've been less excited. With trembling hands, I cleared the debris to see the chest, looking almost brand-new in appearance. All I lacked was the key for the lock where the lid overlapped the front side of the chest. I searched around and eventually found a very worn, fuzzy metal key. It seemed to made of iron. I inserted it into the lock. it fit. I turned it and heard the ancient lock mechanism unlocking itself. Once it was quiet, I slowly lifted the lid and shined my electric torch into the interior. It was . . . empty. I wanted to laugh. Not in joy, but in madness. I had wasted so much of my life, come this far, only to be thwarted at the end of my quest. The gods must be laughing at me for my human foolishness. Then something softly popped and a tray slid out from just above the exterior base of the chest. I pulled the tray out further and saw a sheet of papyrus, written in hieroglyphics eons older than those used in ancient Egypt. Some were still visible, some were almost invisible. I read: "O ye that sought this cave and this chest - only to be cheated of thy prize - the glory that was Yurraz is no more. Lost when the sky fell and our world collapsed and crumbled. Thy fate comes to thee. Fare thee well." I suddenly heard a stone slab drop down to block the cave's opening. Then I heard the roaring sound of water rushing toward the cave and its lone occupant. Trapped. Fool, fool, fool! Then two pale, long-fingered hands reached out of the water and two pearl eyes gazed at me. "If thou would live, come with me," a soft whisper said. "Else, die here like all the others." "Where can we go?" I asked. "There is no other exit." "There is, if thou trust in me and cometh with me," the soft whisper said and waited. What other option did I have? "I trust you," I said. "I will come with you." "Good," the soft whisper said. "Thou values thy life more than mere baubles. Hold thy breath and dive after me." I did so. Below us, a tunnel in the floor opened and we entered it. After I felt that I could hold my breath no longer, we surfaced again, in a different cave. This one wasn't empty of people. Next to me, I saw my rescuer and knew they weren't human like myself. Not only that, but female unlike myself. "You are one of the Ancients," I said. She nodded. "I hope that rescuing thee was not done in error," she said. "Or was it?" I shook my head. "I am deeply grateful," I said. "But how have you stayed hidden all these millennia?" "Come, I will take thee to my father and he will explain to thee," she said and swam toward a nearby rock shelf. I followed her. I watched as she climbed out of the water, a fish-like tail suddenly changing into legs and feet. I climbed out and followed her down a passage away from the underwater lake. The passage eventually opened into a high-ceilinged, huge cavern. There must've been at least twenty or thirty huts. She led me to the largest one and entered it. I followed her inside. Sitting on a wooden, ornate throne was an older man that my rescuer resembled. "Father, I have brought to thee a visitor," she told him. "Welcome, outsider," her father told me. The legends were true in at least one respect: I was about 6 feet all. My rescue was at least two feet taller, and her father at least another four feet taller. “Didst thou find what thou sought?” he asked me. “More than I could ever have hoped and dreamed for,” I said.

[@hivesteel]

Amazing. Don’t stop writing

[@philipclayberg4928]

@@hivesteel Glad you liked it. Unfortunately, since that was improvised (as I usually do when doing creative writing or creative music), I don't really know much about what happens next. Bits and pieces, for now. I tend to write as much as I can until the flow of ideas dries up. I was rather hoping that someone else might have an idea or ideas and I could see what I could add to it or them. It could be days or weeks or months or longer before the inspiration to continue something I've written returns. All I can do is wait and hope.

[@DarthOlum]

@@philipclayberg4928if you want to have ideas here is a tip that works for me: just grab your notebook, your pencil and start to see fantasy stuff as movies, series, even games or reviews, in some minutes you are going to have ideas again.

[@RyleeWigley]

What if there was a hidden, but narrow tunnel that led to their planet? Basically a wormhole. But it would be your mission to save their kind. The dark spirits are continuously defeating the ancients. Soon the ancients will be wiped out completely by the dark spirits.