Vithimiris's Story

At this time, a woman walked forward, approaching the others and the door. Dressed in a dress fit for a cleric type, she kept her eyes closed as she impeccably stepped up to the door, past the others. Stopping before the door, she clasped her hands together and began muttering in an unknown language, though it did not sound pretty. Not once opening her eyes, she lifted her head as if observing the door, her arms returning to her side as she took a position to the side of the room, where she would stand and wait.

"There is a strange energy present here. All of you must exercise caution once we enter."

With almost as little warning, the woman would spawn a staff out of the air, and stamp it on the ground, vanishing in a flash of light.

"Strange presence indeed," Casren looked around at everyone present, taking in the crowd. Given the amount of strange people from strange lands drawn to this door, there was something so big in the works that even his immortal self couldn't fathom.

"Ready to begin?" Casren looked to the captain with surprise, then to the drill, then to the captain again, "Where's the ah, other?"

As if on cue, the eyes of the door again projected green beams to the holes in the ground.

"Hey, you." Havasikaji went up to the person who had just spoken, who appeared to be a young man with long strawberry blonde hair and the faint aura of a corpse around him, and tugged impolitely on his arm. "Can you or someone else explain what the hell is going on in this damn place?" she asked in her thick accent.

The heads-up display in Integra's eye-patch quickly tagged everyone present. An undead which was probably a vampire due to his uncannily human appearance, an arcanist, a hitman, an elementalist, and a creature made up mostly of quintessence that took the form of a girl. Whats with Quintessence and pretending to be girls...

Integra stifled a yawn as the undead approached him, questioning about the lizard he'd left orbiting Pramia. "You know how lizardfolk are, slow. He'll be here eventually." He undid the stopper on his flask and took a long swig, enjoying the bite of alcohol as it ran down his throat.

"Can you or someone else explain what the hell is going on in this damn place?"

Blackheart knelt down, placing his amulet in the spot that the door pointed to, and spoke plainly to the elementalist. "It's a door, there are key-holes. I have one of the two keys. Get both keys, door opens. Not much else to it." Maybe he oversimplified it, but that was the gist of it.

The eye flashed bright green as it was inserted into it's place in the floor. The green beam of light was sent from door to eye, the Emerald Eye Pendant refracting the light skyward. The beam of light grew in strength and brightness, comparable almost to a quasar, as it shot straight through the hole in the ceiling and made contact with Sol high above.

Aoi watched from a bit further away from the others, well within the distance needed to reach it in only a few seconds for him, but far enough to watch from a distance with extreme interest. And more importantly, listen. Aoi made use of his exceptional hearing, and decided to listen in on everything from a distance, even going so far to take off the headphones he had specially made for him.

"Well well, this looks like it could get interesting...and the rewards are so high in potential...I wonder what I will buy this time..."

While thinking those thoughts, and watching the others as they discussed the door, the door began to speak itself...Aoi decided to specifically listen to the door now, and since it was making sounds on his own, he might be able to gather more data on it. Density, mass, possibly even material if it was unique enough.

Aoi took up a closer position, not really going out and introducing himself and not overly noticable. However, his main focus at the moment would definently be the door in front of him.

"If its really sturdy, then there definitely has to be great treasure ahead...."

Incidentally, Aoi was rather greedy and ambitous, having made a name for himself in certain circles...very few of them legal.

Havasikaji slowly nodded her head at the pirate's explanation. "Why do we need keys, though? Couldn't we all just try to blast down this door with our combined strengths?" She then muttered to herself, "I could probably do it on my own..."
"And also, what exactly do these keys look like? Where can we find them?"

A wooden cart rolled slowly into view, its old wheels creaking slightly. Two shimmering blue outlines of horses could be seen pulling it; it was obvious to any who studied spell craft that they were creatures summoned from the otherplane. Two girls in their mid-to-early twenties sat atop a pile of crates. One had curly brown hair and was dressed I a leather breastplate and long sleeved cotton shirt as well as leggings- travel gear, clearly. The other was wearing similar clothes, despite having a different color of shirt, and had white hair and red eyes. Both had their hair in messy buns and looked sleepy, as if they had recently woken up. In the front section of their cart was filled with leather bags which a black cat slept against. As the strangers made their way closer, the heavy magic odor made clear the enchantments on their weapons and wares. The brunette leaned over and kissed the white haired one on the nose, causing both to giggle. It was hard to decipher whether this confidence of security was warranted...