Arcadia, the Entombed Capital

Arcadia, the Entombed Capital

<i>(Strange characters bleed across the surface of the stone tablet. The words make sense to you, though you can't say why.)</i> — Were the ancient capital of old entombed while it stood, Death would not have found it on the breeze. Vanquished exile of a fallen kingdom, Knight of the Golden Bough, wanderer without a hearth; To cold ash he turned amidst the grief of his beloved, Never to unseal the ruined city's gates from this side of the world again. <i>(A message from Istoria emerges under the text...)</i> "I have no idea who wrote the display boards around here, and I haven't the faintest clue what they're going on about. But anyway, it looks like every door in this exhibition hall only opens from the inside. If Arcadian city-states were all designed like this, then their downfall really isn't that surprising."