She carefully inserted the Key and turned it clockwise. She heard a dull click—thankfully, the Key works. You lift out the pin, and the large granite door slowly swings towards her on hidden hinges. The grey half-light of the Graveyard floods into the tomb. The exit is overgrown with graveweed and she suffered many cuts to her face and arms as she fought her way through to the surface.<br/><br/>Looking back, she saw the tomb door slowly close and a cruel inhuman laugh seems to rise out of the very ground on which she stood. In blind panic, you race through the eerie necropolis towards the south gate. At last she could reach the wooden fieldworks surrounding the outer city. As she raced towards a sentry post,she could hear the excited shouts of the guards cheering her on. Thank the gods that they recognized her, for she must appear a ragged and suspicious figure.Her cloak is torn and hangs in tatters, her face is scratched and blood-smeared, and the dust of the Graveyard covers her from head to toe.<br/><br/>Splashing through a shallow stream, she staggered towards the gate. The full horror of the Graveyard encounter begins to catch up with her. The last thing she recalls before exhaustion robs her of consciousness, is falling into the outstretched arms of two soldiers who have run from the fieldworks to help her. Thankfully, she blacked out for only a few minutes before she are revived with a measure of strong spirit. Feeling weary but thankful to be alive, she leant on the shoulders of the King’s men and she staggered towards the outer defences.<br/><br/>As she reached the walls of the fieldworks, the large oak gates open and she is quickly hurried inside. A sergeant, bloodstained and battle-weary, calls to an officer who turns and recognizes her cloak.<br/><br/>‘My Lady,’ he says. ‘Where are the other Kai Masters? We are in desperate need of their wisdom. The Darklords press us most cruelly and casualties are high.’<br/><br/>She informed the brave officer of the terrible fate of her kinsmen, and the urgency of her mission to seek the King’s council. Without saying a word, he motions to a soldier to bring forward two horses. You both mount and gallop off towards the high city wall of Holmgard.<br/><br/>She soon reaches the main gates of the capital, and stare in awe at the height of the city’s walls. Two hundred feet high, the walls of Holmgard have withstood the ravages of both time and the Darklords. She and the officer race through the tunnel of the inner gatehouse, one hundred yards in length, and finally halt outside the doorway of the main watchtower. Great crowds of soldiers and civilians are running to and fro.<br/><br/>At this point, she could continue following the officer or try to make to the King's Citadel on her own.<br/><br/>