Some ruins have to be hunted by archaelogists.  Others stand out in the open.

There is one such that is barely even a ruin at all.  Inside there is nothing to be seen, only dirt and scrub.  But the walls still stand unfallen, as proud and erect as when they were built thousands of years ago.  The marvelous techniques the builders used still puzzle archaelogists.  There is nothing like it in the world.

Over the gate there is a beautifully wrought inscription.  Translated, it is believed to say something like, “I, the Farsighted One, built these walls to stand forever for the greater protection of my people and my family.”   Underneath it and to the side there is a straggling,less well-made inscription that has been ravaged by time.  It is reconstructed to say the following:

“He raised taxes for these cursed walls until the people fled.  He fought wars for tribute for these cursed walls until the people were died.  By arts he drew strength from the soil to sustain these walls by magic until all the strength of the soil is gone.  Where now are those abundant fields full of grain?  Gone, all gone.  He is dead.  We, his family, make this inscription before we too flee.  May this place be cursed.  May it be an inhabitation for dragons and for owls.”

The walls still stand, unfallen, as proud and erect as when they were first built thousands of years ago.  Inside there is nothing to be seen, only dirt and scrub.