Long ago, when ancient kingdoms were torn apart by war and treachery, a mysterious treasure known as the hidden
Clock of Forgotten Hours was crafted by a master clockmaker who possessed the secret of commanding time itself. Fearing that its extraordinary powers would fall into the hands of ruthless enemies, its guardians divided the clock into 21 precious pieces and concealed them across distant lands, within forgotten ruins, cursed castles, and secret chambers.
Centuries passed, and the clock became little more than a whispered legend, until a brave young knight named
Edric Ashbourne discovered that this enchanted treasure had once belonged to his noble ancestors.
Determined to restore his family's greatest heirloom and present it as a wedding gift to his beloved fiancée, Lady Eveline, Edric swore a solemn oath to recover every missing fragment. His perilous journey would lead him through haunted forests, abandoned monasteries, treacherous mountain passes, and ancient dungeons where forgotten guardians still watched over their secrets. Along the way, he would face merciless bandits, battle fearsome creatures, solve mysterious riddles, and prove his courage against enemies who sought the clock's power for themselves. Yet neither the darkness of cursed lands nor the sharpest blade of his foes could weaken his devotion, for every recovered fragment brought him closer to his beloved and the promise of their future together. Now Edric calls upon the bravest adventurers of the realm to join his quest, recover all 21 pieces of the Hidden Clock of Forgotten Hours, and restore a treasure whose hands may once again turn in the name of love!
Let see what hints helped him to collect all pieces:
From living stone, a sacred wonder rose,
Where ancient gods in silent halls repose.
No mason laid a brick upon its throne,
For kings carved heaven from a mountain's bone.
Beneath the earth, where shadows reign,
Men toil for stars they hope to gain.
No moonlight shines upon their prize,
Yet buried stars before them rise.
Where golden dunes beneath the sun lie still,
Eight silent feet creep forth with deadly skill.
No silken crown adorns this hunter's lair,
Yet venom guards the secrets hidden there.
From autumn's harvest, a strange face was born,
With hollow eyes and a wicked grin of scorn.
By craftsman's hand, its features came to light,
A silent guardian of the harvest night.
A harvest king with hollow heart,
Conceals sweet treasures, a baker's art.
Lift up his crown, and riches appear,
To charm young souls when shadows draw near.
In linen chains, I sleep through ages past,
Beneath the sands, where ancient spells were cast.
No breath I draw, yet legends speak my name,
Disturb my rest, and dread my wrathful claim.
Seek ye the keeper of hours long lost,
Whose hands were stilled at a terrible cost.
Through shadowed realms, let thy journey unfold,
And claim the enchanted treasure of old!
No mortal hand can dull my blade,
Through endless ages, my oath is made.
I reap what time itself must yield,
And reign forever upon death's field.
From distant realms, rare treasures came,
Each bearing tales of ancient fame.
Together kept through passing years,
A hoard of wonders now appears.
No tower holds my restless chime,
I roam the realms beyond all time.
My hands still turn where shadows stray,
Seek where lost hours wander away.
Where goblets gleam by candlelight,
And ghostly guests rejoice at night.
With cursed delights and treats untold,
A banquet waits for spirits bold.
Where mystic brews and fire unite,
And blazing sparks devour the night.
Through monster-haunted paths, be bold,
Unleash thy fury and claim the gold!
No orchard bore this golden prize,
Yet autumn's warmth within it lies.
From ancient tears its form was made,
A fruit whose beauty shall not fade.
Where countless souls in silence rest,
Their mortal remains by faith are blessed.
In sacred halls, pale relics rise,
A throne of death beneath heaven's eyes.
A masterpiece lies torn by fate,
Its faded glory mourns its state.
Gather the fragments, mend each part,
And breathe new life into ancient art!
Where battle-scarred old warriors stand,
With bloodied steel in hardened hand.
Defeat these masters of war's cruel art,
And claim the glory of a fearless heart!
Beyond these lands, where legends reign,
A grander realm awaits thy gain.
Seek missing treasures, both rare and old,
Complete thy hoard where epics unfold!
[to be continued...]
