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Enuren

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a character in “The Tale of Three Worlds- Before the Storm”, as played by SkullsandSlippers

Description

Name:Enuren

Hair:White
Height:5’8
Race: Ariji

Appearance:

Tall, thin and seemingly frail looking Enuren bears the light blue skin tone of her people as well as the white hair. This she wears long and flowing down her back. Her eyes are an amber, the colour of a sunset.

Personality:

Quiet and calm. Enuren is like the calm in the eye of a storm. On the other side her anger when it can be roused is like the harshest hurricane. She lives alone and keeps to herself like many of her kind. There are not many Ariji and it is easy to avoid a great deal of interaction.

Like all Ariji she favours a bow and arrow. She also learned early in childhood the elemental magic of her people.

History:

From Vola'Kun, high in the mountains.

She does not remember her parents. She remembers learning the magic of her people, learning to hunt and take care of herself but after that she was alone. Enuren has been on her own from that point on.

So begins...

Enuren's Story

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“You may want to clean yourself later.” Elruin said coldly, his voice and his gaze showing the Val his intention clearly.

At first she was was angered by it, defensive even. However, as she thought about it, his obligation would have been the right choice. Should she have fallen to whatever poison was coursing through the human moments before, she wouldn't have hesitated if it were anyone else. Certainly she wouldn't have wanted them to hesitate if it were her as well.

“Here, best to clean it before it dries.” Enuren said, handing her a long piece of cloth.

Keyra took it in hand and began wiping away the gore that had splattered along her golden chest piece and neck. It was slimy and warm even through the cloth and her lips pulled into a deep frown as she grimaced. At least I did not swallow any she thought to herself as she listened to the rest of the conversation around her.

“Have any of you seen anything like this before?”

"Nothing like this," Keyra answered, her voice soft as she eyed the mess that littered the floor.

"For whatever reason it seems this thing doesn't want to stay down."

"But..." Dravon drove his blade down into the pulsing mass that seemed to be it's heart. Keyra cringed just a bit as she watched. It seemed that the damned thing was very determined to live. It had been pulsing and bubbling as they'd been talking. The Val shifted her body a bit as she lifted up her weapon and ran the dirtied cloth down it's length to clean it.

"I believe we now see the seat of its power.. and the crux of its life."

"Interesting," Keyra muttered as she eyed the now still puddle.

Dravon sheathed his sword just as she finished cleaning herself off. Almost immediately after a shot rang out from above them, somewhere else in the castle like ruins. Keyra dropped the cloth, sure that Enuren wouldn't want it back as it was ruined now. Having been in the middle of re-sheathing her sword, she withdrew it again and prepared herself for more fighting. She hoped that they wouldn't have to fight more of the creatures they'd just finally managed to kill.

"Get ready.. there are bound to be more of them further in."

Keyra nodded briefly as she followed after the others, Sevral just ahead of her as they bounded up the stairwell into a darker hallway. As they made the landing, she looked around briefly, keeping an eye out for anything else abnormal that may be near. Her wings fluttered a bit as she moved swiftly to stand on Sevral's right side. She glanced at him briefly, before looking down the dimly lit hall. A couple of torches were the only thing that gave light to the darkness.

It was eerily silent from the last gun shot that had echoed throughout the complex. Slowly, Keyra moved down the hall with them, her fingers tightly gripping the handle of her blade, "What do you propose, Dravon," she asked softly, "This place is very large. I doubt we will find the soldiers in time should they be facing the same thing we just did."

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Keyra looked a little angry clearly she didn’t like what he was implying but he had difficulty reading determining her emotions. Enuren handed Keyra something to clean herself with when Dravon almost casually remarked "For whatever reason it seems this thing doesn't want to stay down." Elruin’s eyes narrowd when he looked at the thing he had just killed slowly creeping forwards. The pure defiance it showed angered him, Dravon stabbed the thing through what had to be its real body just before Elruin would have fired a kinetic pulse strong enough to break a tree in half. The Ash fiend crossed his arms and starred at the bubbling pool of black goo. He walked towards the vile substance bending his forwards to take a closer look at the enigma. Yellow and probably heart shaped, Elruin wasn’t very familiar with human anatomy but he guessed the yellow organ had to be heart. The color was wrong and the weak glow had to be unnatural almost certainly magical in origin. Elruin reached out with power searching the husk for any information but he was careful not to make any contact still suspicious. He quickly turned towards the stairway when he heard the shot. Strange, one of the missing soldiers was still alive? How had he evaded the undead puss bags until now? Why had he fired his gun just now and not earlier? The idea something was luring them deeper inside the ruin was unsettling perhaps a group of powerful necromancers inhabited the ruin gleeful that so many people came to serve them dead or alive. Elruin looked at the stairway and the challenge it posed. He silently listened to Keyra "What do you propose, Dravon," the vall asked Dravon "This place is very large. I doubt we will find the soldiers in time should they be facing the same thing we just did." He doubted Dravon would have an answer he only knew that the live of one soldier was insignificant.

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She nodded as Keyra stated she had not seen anything like this before. Enuren was glad to know that she was not the only one trying to process the creature that had attacked them and its lack of succumbing to weapons.

Eyes turned to Dravon. Enuren couldn’t help but grimace in disgust as Dravon stabbed the ‘thing’ on the floor.

“Seat of power indeed...” She shook her head a little, sending her long white hair swinging.

Her eyes snapped up as Dravon commented about more of them. Their leader took off in a run up the stairs.

Enuren gave Keyra one last look as the woman cleaned herself. “I do not think it has done anything of permanence to you. I cannot imagine it was the most enjoyable experience however.” She looked to Elruin. “I believe he is just being cautious.” She tried to sound diplomatic though it was clear that there was a small amount of tension between Keyra and Elruin.

She looked to the stairs as Sevral followed Dravon. Keyra was swift to follow as well. Elruin moved next and Enuren took up the rear position, her senses alert for sounds of anything that may come up behind them.

The sound, the echoing shot was concerning. It felt as if they were being led into a trap. Enuren couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched, of being lured to her death. She kept her concerns to herself however.

The statement was a valid one, the place was large and unless they were able to move quickly and in multiple directions there was no way that they would be able to save anyone. Though to separate meant certain death, surely.

Like the others she looked to Dravon for their next step in this journey.

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Draven lead his group up the slanted stairway, its form and lean both jilted by some past action. But as the light at the top comes into closer view he can find himself feeling less interested for that fact of the matter. More shots sounds as several groans follow suit, like a low tone of thunder that accompanied lightning. Only to have the sound cascade further to a deeper section of the forgotten temples alcoves.

As they break the doors arch most of them find their eyes bombarded by the strangely well lite sight before them. A massive gathering all with columns lined neatly and flamed pots hanging from each one. This sight was removed when the familiar black spray of another creatures vitals flies into view, that too followed with a echoing blast of a rifle. Dravon himself hitting a column in the hall while waving for the others to do the same and looking around the corner. Several of the guards had gathered on a set of short stairs that gave them a height advantage over the room. Some of them were reloading and tending to each others wounds while three kept their eyes set on the room. It was at that moment Dravon felt the urge to duck as a shot ran across his space, nearly grazing his face in the process.

Two other shots follow before there is a brief enough pause in the loud pangs of gunfire for them to hear his calls. "Hold your fire..." The guards take a small moment to rise from their sites and peer over as Dravon looks back around the stone. Montague pokes his face around the side of a barrel to call back. "Ahoy.." He gets the others to drop their weapons and stand to, taking a few steps down the stairs. "Its good to see you alive.. and the others?"

For that answer Dravon just points over his shoulder and motions to the others to come out.

Montague waves over to the group "Get over here and get ready, we lost a few down the other passage but there were too many to fight so openly. All of the missing miners.. they've changed." Dravon is quick to wave him off.

"We've seen.. its not something that I would like to try." He looks up at the room and takes in the site of it all. A masterfully built structure, but it would appear the years have not been kind. The ceiling is cracked down the center frame and leaving small gaps in the stonework as small strands of sand pour in from time to time. At some point the room was immaculate, but at one time a large chunk of rock fell into the room and collapsed most of the doorway that the legion guards now sat in front of. Its force caused the who seam of the room to snap down the middle and that explained the shape it was in now.

At the other end of the room there was a massive door that for all purposes looked too heavy and solid to be moved by normal means. The thought of excaping that way made Dravon remember what happened to the bridge and he knew that their way out would have to be through some other exit.

Dravon approached the guards as the others moved out into the room and at that moment the sound of a heavy slam came from the door opposite of their entrance. It seems that the one's the legion troops lost had just managed to catch up but the heavy door was helping to hold. But that did not stop the monstrosities on the other side from slamming away at its frame in attempts to break it. Noticing that the guardsmen were short on numbers Dravon called out "Captain.. a gun if you please." His call was met with a long rifle tossed to his hand and he quickly shouldered the weapon. He took a moment to slide its bayonet forward and return to the others. "Stairs.. now."

Another slam followed as he was telling them to move causing several of the doors bolts to fly loose. The heavy metallic handle jumping off the frame and sliding half way across the cold stone floor before Dravon could turn.

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Enuren followed. She didn’t like to be this on edge but this place seemed to hold secrets behind every corner. As they entered the new room she blinked, eyes adjusting to the sudden burst of light. She did not have long to adjust as a shot rang out and Dravon was waving her and the other to take cover.

She pressed her body against a pillar, thankful for her slight frame. She waited there until Dravon waved them out. Enuren was glad to see others had made it. She lowered her bow and stepped out from her hiding place.
The woman brushed her hair from her face. Dravon was moving to talk to the captain when the sound of something hitting the door caused her to turn in alarm. Her eyes sought the source,finding the door as it shook in its frame. Whatever it was wanted in and wasn’t going to stop.

”Stairs now.”

Enuren bolted to the stairs at Dravon command. Behind them whatever wanted in had succeeded. She didn’t turn at the sound of the explosion. She only hoped it was one of her allies and not the thing that had forced its way into the room.

“Dravon! What is the plan? Do we attack or flee?”

She reached for her bow once more, ready should the call be for an attack.

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She came around the corner only to have a sharp sound stop her just in time. Turning her enormous weapon, the blade covered her entire left side from shoulder to thigh. Nothing hit though as the bullet that had been fired missed it's target completely, whatever that was to begin with. Relaxing her body, she soon heard Dravon addressing the group of soldiers that they had lost moments ago. Lowering the weapon, she peered out at them from around the corner where they were huddled.

It wasn't long before the conversation was interrupted by the sounds of something large and rather dangerous slamming into a locked door just beyond the soldiers. Keyra tensed again. The Val could almost feel the darkness that was the enemy spreading from underneath the doors small crack. Her gaze flicked over to Dravon, the golden color nearly blocked out by her pupils.

Dravon called for a gun which was handed over to him by one of the soldiers. Then he turned, ordering them down the stairs again just as the bolts and handle of the metal door flew off. Keyra did shift her weapon this time, small clangs echoing off her blade as the screws and bolts hit the large weapon. The only one that didn't immediately turn to go to the stairs was the ash fiend, whom Keyra glowered at then. Did he honestly intend to stand there and take on whatever planned to come though those doors?

"Elruin, let's go," she called, hovering near the stairwell where Enuren had already gone down with Dravon. She jerked her head towards the stairwell as she beckoned for him. The door, as she already knew, did not last much longer, and soon flew apart. The same creature like monstrosities ambled forth from it's dark depths, aiming towards the remaining soldiers and her and the ash fiend. Grinding her teeth, she opened her wings to their fullest lightening her weight.

They were going to have to fight back to the stairwell, there was no helping it. Too close to be able to leave, and Elruin was too far from her to attempt waiting for. The Val pumped her wings twice, then lunged forward. Her blade came up, turned sideways so that the razor edge was facing outwards to her left. Plunging the weapon deep in the being's chest, she ripped it out via the creatures ribs. Tearing through the muscle and bone there, she cleaved it nearly in two, with the exception of not going through the other side.

Whirling around, she attempted the same feat with the next one, only to have to backpedal as the strange horror swung its irregularly large arm at her. They were sluggish and their bodies deformed in such ways as to hinder their movements, but that didn't make them any less dangerous. Quickly back stepping, Keyra slashed her weapon upwards, cutting off the deformed hand at the end of the elongated arm. The same dark liquid that had assaulted her earlier sprayed forth, but this time she was prepared for it. Using her weapon as a shield she blocked the majority of the blood.

"Head for the stairs," she urged the taller man.

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Just as Dravon manages to get his foot up on the top of the steps he hears the door splinter again, but this time swing wide as well. He pulls up the rifle with three other of the guards as well, all aiming down at the encroaching forms pouring into the hall. He slides a finger up on on the trigger as he can here several others behind him, setting to reloading another barrage of weaponry and he speaks. "Aim for the chest.. around the central wound." Speaking from what he had seen, it was the only place in them to store the large pulsing organ that controls them.
"Kill what you can Enuren.. aim well and thin their numbers."

Elruin himself is doing what he can to deal with those on his flanks, but his waste of damaging them does little to impede their pursuit and he is forced to retreat back down the stairs from where the group came. Just as the mass of bodies continues to pour in it is easy to see that whatever afflicts them causes a multitude of transformations. Some with silhouettes that nearly matched the first they encountered, but others had more diverse looks of repulsion that made them move either slower, or even quicker as some could demonstrate. As they began to bully one another for access to Elruin; Dravon could feel himself shout as the guard captain joined him with another rifle. "FIRE!!!"

A cacophony of rapid rounds shatter the low silence of the hall, easily drowning out the rasped moans and groaning noises of the intruding bodies. The rounds were partially successful as a few did fall, while only one or two were able to stand once again. The others convulsed as it seemed something was erupting inside them and the convulsions ended just as quickly as they started. They're dark eyes draining of what little life remained.
Dravon and the Guards were quick to pace as he switched hands with the weapon and lay it over his left shoulder, only for a hand to take it, while placing a new rifle stock on his right shoulder. This was a practiced military technique as old as the brass legion itself; they fought as mechanically as the nature of Creeds was itself. Another salvo of shots fired out, filling the room with loud bangs, puffs of smoke, and the smell of magnesium drifting in the airs still current. The attack was impressive to say the least and while it did curb their numbers in the room, more of them were trying to force themselves in through the narrow hallway shattered door.

Dravon could find himself thinking that the amount of bodies was more then the guard captain had told them, because now there were over twenty of them forcing past one another coming towards the groups position. The line fires another barrage before they switch out weapons again, his skin burned lightly as he touched the barrel to hand it off to the soldier behind him and to his dismay one of the other soldiers weapons jammed three rounds ago. His shoulder had begun to burn as well, seeing as it had been some years since he needed to use such a weapon and the fact he lacked the Legions armor which was made help resist such a large caliber weapon.

Two rounds later the creatures had ceased to enter the room now and they had given up on chasing Elruin all together, seeing as the noise coming from the back of the room was far more attention grabbing. However they stilled numbered high; Dravon would count off heads as he looked through the clearing smoke and to his dismay there were still too many. Several sets of deadened eyes loomed back at him and the group, only stopping to react from being short or falling over those that never stood to continue on. He felt a rifle land on his now sore shoulder as well as a hand on his left and he turned to see a pair of lips mouth something too him. Though thanks to the gunfire it was not possible to hear if they did say something.

"Last round..."

He felt his eyes wince for a moment as that caught his attention and he looked back into the room before them to see the approaching mob. He looked back only to see that three of the wounded soldiers were clearing the rubble caused by one of the tremors, it seemed that there was a passage going into the back of the structure. Returning his eyes just to see an assailant right at the tip of his barrel and managed to pull the trigger, even if he didn't kill that one it seemed to not have taken the impact well, sending several of the others falling back along with it. He placed a hand over his shoulder and shouted. "Spear!!!"

Though he was left waiting for several seconds, one of the few spears in the group was handed into his possession and for the moment he had to think there was a feel of relief that it was a cool touch and not the rough heated metal of another gun.
Dravon swung the weapon wide and hard, scattering them with a well placed strike, disrupting them as well as he could.

"Finish them now!!!.." He shouted over the crowd, letting the weapon do its job. He would lunge forward and pierce one, only to draw back and do so again. Even with their numbers he was doing an admirable job of playing keep away, buying the others time to do their duties and fight. He finally could not allow them to get closer so he did only what he could.

Dravon held the spear wide and rushed the group, ducking several arms as he moved, letting the spear catch a wide birth of the group. They proved not only to be slow and rather dimwitted, but now he could tell how physically stout their bodies were as it was rather difficult to push the group back onto itself. In moments though he was joined by the Captain and two other soldiers. The lined with him and began to shove back the crowd. More of them joined and continued to help fight the group back, stabbing with spears and slashing with their swords into the blackened mass of monsters only for Dravon's command to ring out. "Break!!!.."
He gave a large heave and sent several flying back into the group, as well did the other soldiers do their part. He pulled his sword then, seeing as the spear was lost to him now for some reason that he did not catch. Only to see a body in the back stand up with the it firmly lodged in its chest. They broke the creatures formation scattering them around the room and while the numbers were not a good match. It was still better then dealing with a massive wall of bodies.

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Her blade came up, swinging around full circle as it went through another creatures arm. Her body had given her blade the momentum needed and each swing continued into the next. Keyra's entire frame moved with her blade. She was, essentially, one with the weapon. The Val's wings tilted every so often to change her direction or to help with executing one of the moves that she fell into.

Coming back around on a full pivot on one foot, she dropped low to avoid the swing of yet another massive arm and lunged forward, hardly stopping at all. She ran her blade through it completely and withdrew with a hard pump of her wings. Unfortunately she's missed it's heart, having dropped down low before lunging at it. Keyra had been so caught up in the fight that she hardly noticed that she'd been left behind by Elruin.

Twisting around for a brief moment, she noted that he'd moved back to the stairs. As she was about to follow him back, she felt a strange pull all around her body. The magic wrapped around her entire lithe frame and she was suddenly dropped right next to the stairwell with him. Unused to such methods, the Val's heart pumped hard as she gasped from the rather sudden relocation.

“You should have ignored me, Val.”

Glancing up at him, she frowned, "Get used to it, Ash Fiend," she responded heavily, eyes narrowed as she watched him. Though for a brief moment she almost regretted her decision of helping him to retreat. Shrugging it off, she watched in awe as Dravon then executed a mass barrage of gun fire and spears into the advancing group of enemies. It was seemingly working rather well, but Keyra was unsure as to how long they would last.

Even so, she was glad to be out of the line of fire. Had Elruin not brought her back as he did, she was sure to have ruined their plan of scattering the large group. Now it looked far easier to deal with than it had a moment before. Keyra waited though as she was behind the firing line. The Val's fingers tightened around the hilt of her large weapon, wings twitching ever so slightly as she watched the fight with dilated eyes.

The moment Dravon drew his sword from it's sheath, Keyra knew they were finishing this fight. The group of soldiers opened up for her and she burst forward once again. Her wings brought her up to the first unfortunate creature rather quickly. Raising up her weapon, she crouched down before she leapt up off the ground, gaining height as her wings helped with the leap. Shoving her blade forth, it went straight through the things chest and into what could have been considered the heart. Together, they tumbled down to the floor.

Standing up, she wrenched her sword free and turned to the next one.

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Enuren wasted no time as Dravon called out for her to kill what she could. He told her to aim well and she merely smiled to herself. Her aim would never be in question.

Her bow was raised and she let fly arrow after arrow. She watched as creature after creature fell, an arrow buried in their chest. Her eyes focused on each chest as if she could see the pulsating thing inside and knew where to hit.

Around her there was noise, things died, guns went off and yells of battle rang clear. None of this phased Enuren. Dravon told her to thin their numbers and that was what she would do. The rifles sounded like thunder and only at the call of fire had she paused in her shooting.

Enuren stood tall, her hair seeming to blow in an invisible wind as she fired. She was calm, the air around her still.

The things kept coming. She found herself pondering the possibility that they might never stop. That they might be overrun by these things and that this was their fate. The thought didn’t bother her though nor did it give her pause. Her bow twanged over and over again as the creatures fell to the ground.

Dravon and others were wielding spears. Enruen picked off those they drove back giving everyone more space. They pushed the things back and she carefully aimed for those that look ready to rush. Each arrow soared, each thing fell.

She could see the Val in the fight, great wings moving as she cut down the creatures. The Ash Fiend had taken out a sword as well and he was cutting off limbs and keeping the enemy at bay as well.

Amber eyes surveyed the scene. They were outnumbered and limited by each other when it came to space. For everyone that fell two climbed over it to get at their foe.

“There are too many Dravon. We need a plan to get out of here...” Despite her words Enuren kept firing.

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Dravon was now beginning to feel a slight pang of exhaustion in his gut, as he kept swinging and jabbing with his blade, but more came through the opening. At this point he had already lost count of the monstrosities that the lot of them killed. Ducking another rigid arm swing he took a roll and positioned himself across from Elruin, driving his blade deep through the back of a creature being cut. The monster fell from the combine onslaught and failed to rise after.

He shouted out over the crowed looking for the guard captain.
"Montague.. We need that exit now." Turns out the men that had been working behind the firing line, managed to clear a space big enough for them to pass, even if there was just room for one. Montague was waving over to Dravon and the others as he moved back up the small incline of steps towards the back of the room and began to usher his people through, save for the ones fighting on the floor.

"Head for the passage Elruin and be ready to shut it as well." He gave a mighty thrust with his sword and impaled another on of the monsters, not caring to kill now, but to incapacitate. He wrenched the blade out from the side, spilling the contents of its body in the process. Only to back away with the others in behind him and making sure that not a single one of the blighted creatures made it past.

He was joined by the Captain and one of his own soldiers; they held the base of the steps with longer reach then their adversaries. Its obvious they were buy the most time as they could, even as more bodies shambled from the open doorway.

One of the Creatures gave a heavy swing with its gnarled arm, only to barely graze Dravon's head, splitting the skin above his eye. He retaliated by giving a flourish or strikes, splitting its chest and severing the arms. As that one fell a familiar presence stepped forward. The same one he had pierced earlier was now stomping towards him with the spear poking from its sternum, bobbing every time it took another step. Dravon grabbed the spears shaft as soon as it came into reach and shoved, giving the creature pause to stop. He moved his hand up to the metal stretching out into its point and Dravon's body visually tensed.

The dim lighting of the room was taken over then, as Dravon was now emitting his own. The crystal ridges on his flesh poured beams of sapphire light as there was a bright glow emanating from his chest. So bright was this shine that it looked like a storm was brewing in his chest and the shadow of his bones could be seen through his tunic. He gave another shove and as the creature lurched back an arch of lightning streaked through the spear, causing its body to convulse and spasm as its body became electrified.

Then as quickly as it happened, the light died and vanished as he withdrew the spear from the now smoldering husk of the creature. Only to keep in time with the others in slaying their quarries, so the others could escape.

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“There are too many Dravon. We need a plan to get out of here...” Enuren voiced from her spot where she was firing off arrow after arrow into the growing mass.

Despite their earlier accomplishment of breaking up the mass, they were still coming through the broken doorway. Keyra had to wonder exactly how many of these abominations there were. It didn't match up with the account of missing crew workers that they'd been told about before hand. The Val ground her teeth as she batted aside one that swung at her and then turned to slice her blade through the shoulder, detaching the arm completely. Ducking another swing, her wings tilted to adjust for the movement and she turned the blade around to slice upwards through the arm, just above the elbow.

Pulling back, Keyra lunged forward to drive the weapon through it's chest in a killing attempt. She didn't have as much power as before though, and the thick mass of pulsating flesh stopped her blade from going straight through the heart. Wrenching the weapon free, she quickly distanced herself from it only to halt in her steps as she felt there was something behind her. Ducking yet again, she narrowly missed a swing to her head by another creature.

The Val had perhaps gone too far ahead and though she wasn't right at the door, she'd managed to accumulate several of the monsters around her. Glancing over to the others, she knew that it wouldn't be too much longer before they were in her predicament too. Keyra moved forward again, her wings giving a hard pump against the stale air to help her. Crashing into one on her right, she knocked it backwards into another one. With a sharp flap of her wings, she reeled backwards as the two horrors crashed into another pair. They fell over each other in a mass of arms and legs that couldn't quite coordinate properly.

"Montague.. We need that exit now."

Keyra looked back to where Dravon was and noted that the doorway that had been collapsed in was now opened, albeit a very small opening. At least it was something though, that much she could be thankful for. Keyra returned her attention to the growing numbers and tried to figure a way to return to the line.

"Head for the passage Elruin and be ready to shut it as well."

Her blade flew upwards to sever the hand of yet another that reached out for her. She retaliated again with a quick slash across the things overly broad chest and then once again to cut off the arm at the shoulder. Her blade, by this time, was covered in the black colored liquid that seemed to stick to the steel greedily. As she'd been moving, working her way through the crowded mass of abominations, she found a large enough stone to use to launch herself upwards. Though she could by no means fly, she could certainly use the propulsion of jumping in such a way as to glide back over to the others. Her only obstacle was the ceiling.

It was going to be tricky, but she was willing to try anything. It was certainly better than trying to fight her way through the crowded mass. A brilliant light flickered and flashed from where Dravon was standing and Keyra found herself in awe at the mans display of power. She was only briefly allowed to admire the strength in such an attack as she was forced to defend herself once more. Using her weapon as a shield, Keyra streaked under the arm of the horror that tried to smash into her. Quickly she shot towards the large rock and leapt up at it.

In two steps, she twisted around and propelled herself off of it. Her wings gave her more lift and she used the momentum to direct herself towards the others. A guttural growl followed her and with a quick glance she noted that one of the had launched it's overly thick arm at her just as she bypassed it. Keyra turned her sword just enough to keep it from hitting her straight on, but the impact of it threw her upwards, a sharp cry of shock coming from her as she went.

Twisting around in a sort of corkscrew style, she hit the rocky ceiling, feeling her feathers tear from the membrane of her wings. The left wing bent backwards upon impact, causing her to hiss in pain, the other tore across the ceiling, flattened the moment she hit. The Val came tumbling back down behind Dravon, her once pristine white feathers a bloody mess. She hit the floor with a heavy thud, dust floating up around her the moment she hit.

Keyra pushed herself upwards, dizzy from the impact and grinding her teeth from the pulsing pain both wings gave her. Each one burned and she was fearful that one may be broken. She didn't dare move them as she regained her footing again, swaying slightly. Both wings hung pitifully from her shoulder blades. Keyra moved next to Dravon and touched his arm. She motioned for the exit behind them.

"Let's go," she said, urging him to fall back with her. Any longer and they were all going to be killed, not just injured.

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Sevral peered out from behind one of the large pillars as Dravon issued his orders in response to the pounding which now resonated throughout the room. Sevral glanced up observantly at the structural integrity, noting the power and strength exhibited by whatever was on the opposite end of the large, bolted door. Holding out an inquisitive hand, Sevral caught a small cloud of dust that wafted lazily down from the ceiling, as if indifferent to whether it were compressed into a piece of masonry or set free to the whimsy of the breeze. The man stared at his open palm and the seemingly insignificant layer of dust before blowing it, then he quickly he redirected his attention towards the door as Dravon ordered everyone relocate to the stairs. Sevral was obliged to follow orders, but it was then that the tremendous doors gave way.

Dravon and his men had collected themselves into a defensive formation and Sevral had placed himself near their left flank while Elruin seemed stubbornly rooted in place, content to oversee the destruction of the hoard personally. Glancing around, Sevral saw Enuren behind the line, bow ready, and Keyra standing far to the front. Sevral would've moved to assist the two’s endeavors on the front lines if not for the flood of mutation that had impeached his generosity and stolen his attention. Dravon and his men had quickly began systematically and fluidly releasing simultaneous volleys into the grotesque, impermeable wall of ambling, shifting abominations and Sevral listened idly to the crack of the rifles which reverberated along the walls like a hungry beast, breathing a puff of smoke with every shot. Through the cacophonous clatter and droning, monotonous tones of the tenacious swarm, Sevral noted also the gentle and elegant singing of a bowstring as it let fly one arrow after another.

Aware that there was no time to admire the beauty of the mechanically stoic grace of the soldiers, or the powerful yet graceful melodic tone of the bow, or devastating power of the Ash Fiend somewhere in the thick ahead, or enticing dance of the Vall, Sevral set his mind to productivity. While the continuous bombardment of rifle rounds, in conjunction with the high accuracy of Enuren’s bow, was sufficient, Sevral allowed himself to ease the burden of the ranged weapons by covering the flank on his side. This would greatly reduce the area needed to be targeted, allowing for a more collective grouping of shots, increasing efficiency and reducing wasted munition.

Stepping forward into an easy left side front stance, Sevral made a fast decision of which sword he’d bring to bear. One of the mass had moved to intercept the swordsman, and instinctively, the man gripped firm his left sword and thrust outwards, half unsheathing the weapon and focusing the power of his strike into the pommel of the weapon to maximize terminal force. The creature recoiled as the hard steel impacted the bloated area that would normally be the neck, and Sevral ran the blade back into the sheath, stopping just at the collar, before drawing the weapon again. The chambered weapon rang beautifully as it escaped its sheath with the full velocity of the swordsman’s draw, the edge of the blade slicing through the air as it was rotated from its upward position to face forward and pass unhindered through the lumbering form ahead.

Even as the two halves of the creature were collapsing backwards, Sevral knew he’d need to finish it fully and not leave the severed parts to the discretion of whatever organ was powering them. Rotating his right hand and pivoting his body, the swordsman recovered the weapon and chambered his next attack, pushing his left hand forward while his right hand drew his sword back to his hip. The man’s precision strike snapped forward in perfect succession to the previous attack so that the blade’s tip impaled the falling upper half of the creature where Sevral knew the organ was rooted. Reversing his previous movement and drawing his blade back while putting his left hand forward defensively, the man allowed the two segments to finally hit the ground with a thud in front of him, hardly bothered by the spray of black goo which had adhered to his weapon.

Without pause to determine the validity of his work, Sevral stepped forward into a right side backstance, raising his blade into an upper block, right arm crossed over his chest while his weapon was leveled parallel to the ground and perpendicular to his immediate front. The massive limb which had come careening down on him severed itself off the man’s blade so that the forearm was left to be thrown behind the swordsman due to its momentum. The upper block rotated downwards, each motion flowing directly into the next so that the man drew a crescent shape over his head, the strike ending with his right side facing forward and right-hand grip angling the blade to his left, tip held facing downwards. Rotating his wrists, Sevral recovered the weapon quickly and reset the strike, swinging to his right now as if with a club, dragging his blade through the stunned torso of the abomination until his arm and blade were nearly perfectly straight without locking his elbows, weapon drawn upwards and just behind the man’s shoulder. Simultaneously, the man had stepped forward with his left foot and used his left hand, which Sevral had moved in to protect his mid-center, to attack with a palm-heel strike. Sevral placed himself just inside the creature’s area of movement, beyond the misshapen form which impeded itself, and pushed his weight into a forward stance to terminate his power into his hand. The hellish creature fell back, and Sevral stepped again, chasing it, into a back stance, dragging his weapon around and once more pulling his blade through the monster’s flesh, the man’s left hand retreating to raise over his head to counter-balance and block should it become necessary.

To the man’s right, Sevral could see that the last of the volleys had been expended, and now Dravon was leading his men forward with a seemingly unstoppable will to fight in a formation of spears. The unrelenting thrusts left the creatures no room for rebuttal, and thus they were forced further and further back. Sevral returned his gaze to the fallen figure before him and rotated his blade in his hand so that he held it ice-pick fashion; a reverse grip. Standing over the prone, convulsing monstrosity, the man sheathed his blade into its equivalent heart. Sevral looked up just in time again to see Dravon unleashing a devastating show of ability, bequeathing onto one of the creatures a powerful electrical charge via the spear before relinquishing his charge, guiding the men to where the soldiers had finally managed to conjure up a point of escape.

Sevral had moved to help see everyone through the passage when a flash of white had caught his attention. Sevral witnessed Keyra come crashing down like a fallen angel, her wings torn and limp as she fell to the ground with a rough thud. Immediately the swordsman moved to assist her if he could, however she seemed to push away the pain, urging the Captain to follow now. The Ash Fiend showed up next, seeming somehow too compliant suddenly, but Sevral did not bother thinking too much of it. Sevral was content, as was everyone else he guess, to be the last through the exit, but for now he would see Keyra through. The man frowned at the red-stained feathers and touched her wrist lightly.

“Come on,” he said gently, “He won’t follow until we go first.”

Nodding to Dravon and the Ash Fiend, he moved to lead Keyra through, his grip tightening around the hilt of his sword.

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Enuren did a quick count of her arrows and frowned. She would need to retrieve some from the creatures. She heard Dravon call out to Elruin to be ready and she knew there was little time. With speed and light feet she darted forward and into the thick of things. She weaved and danced about, pulling arrows where she saw them.

She paused, her eyes drawn upward at the sound of Keyra’s cry of surprise. Enuren winced at the thud the woman made as well as the feathers that were damaged. She lunged forward as the Val came down, hitting the floor.

Enuren moved quickly to Keyra’s side but the woman was already standing. She was clearly in pain. Enuren stood nearby, moving backwards with her. Elruin came forward. Sevral joined them. Just like that they regrouped.

Sevral urged Keyra to move and Enuren followed her attention moving from the creatures behind her to the injured woman.
She turned, readying her bow once more to help should Dravon or Elruin need assistance.

“We are ready Dravon!”

She worried about Keyra's injured wings, she worried about the throng of creatures. She worried about the how few survivors there were and what might happen as they moved further in. Enuren licked her lips and waited for Dravon to give the word and for Elruin to seal off the passage.

She looked over her shoulder. "Keyra are you alright?" She kept her bow at the ready.

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Dravon pulled himself back towards the stairs when enough of the creatures had fallen and it did seem that the number was thinning, even for the ones coming through the broken doorway. They still posed a great threat, because he could feel his shoulders begin to burn and the familiar heavy feeling of fog in his chest. His arm was throbbing as well from its repeated use in blocking attacks. The monsters were not using a single tactic at all, except the effect of follow and bludgeon. The small cut across the top of his eye was now starting to impede his view too, only every few seconds he would use his free hand to wipe the small stream of blood away.

He lunges a impales an attacker to quickly save the life of a guardsman, only to see two of them perish from the other side of the room. Those men had fought hard and in the end this was their reward, to die a horrible death in the depths of the world at the hands of their twisted brothers. Montague comes running by with one of his companions with a shoulder for support.

He waves on for Dravon to follow as the monsters begin to right themselves and redouble the attack.
Dravon picks up the man he just saved, a deep bleeding gash from his leg torn by an arrant claw at some point during the charge.

With his limping form adding some weight to their retreat he watches the last of the group, Montague included, climb through their only means of escape. He drops the soldier with a heavy thud in front of the small opening and takes a knee with his spear held fast in front. Allowing for one of the others to help the wounded man as Dravon jabs from body to body in an effort to by more time. This did buy them precious moments, up until the moment he struck into the mass of gathering bodies and was unable to pull the weapon free. In that moment he could not find a better mental word to describe the fact of yelling feces from the top of his throat.

Dravon found himself diving into the narrow gap in the rubble, his only way to see was the small gleam of light from whatever room was ahead and the swirling shadows of creatures in pursuit of him. It was if he were being chased by a dark nightmare, as all the scratching and growling was being amplified by the tight spacing. He then felt a hand clasp upon the back of his shoulder and a strong wince of pain crossed his eyes, as claws dug deep into his flesh. A fire began to build in him as he increased his tempo of movement as to get this nightmare over with.

The new light blares across his face and this he uses as a signal to jump. The large swollen form that follows him out has no say in the matter. Its vice like grip keeping it latched firmly onto Dravon's shoulder and as they hit the floor he forces its grip loose. Several strikes to its chest with closed first, obviously in the form of some martial prowess. Two of the wounded guardsmen help by securing its arms and Dravon takes this opportunity to strike again. Only this time it has more purchase and stance, the impact resounds with a shattering crack of the monsters sternum and in the next moment its body goes limp.

Dravon lays back with his mouth wide, catching his breath and rightly so. He looks up to see Montague with another soldier, both bearing torches and it was from these sources of light that he guided himself. Taking a quick moment to gauge the room he could see nothing, no walls, nor pillars and only dim glimmers returned with the vague light of the torches.

In that moment his mind shot back to reality, as the narrow passage began to echo loudly with the approaching abominations. He breaths once more before turning his head back some more to see Elruin not far off from his position and speaks with an under toned calm. "Elruin would you mind shutting the door?..." He says as he wipes the small stream from his forehead once more.

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As Keyra had told Dravon to fall back, Elruin came up to them from the fight. He was bloodied and looked a little worse for wear. The Val frowned a bit at the sight. Obviously they were starting to get worn down by the ever encroaching group of monstrosities.

“Give the sign and I will obey.”

A hand gripped her wrist slightly, drawing her from Dravon's side. She turned to see that the hand belonged to Sevral who had eyed her wings with a frown on his lips.

“Come on. He won’t follow until we go first.”

Slowly she nodded, "Yes," she agreed with him softly. Allowing Sevral to take her into the escape route, she tried her best to ignore the pain in her back and shoulders that was coming from her broken wings. She was almost entirely certain that one was broken and the other fractured. Gritting her teeth she allowed herself to use Sevral as her anchor, keeping herself steady on her feet as they slowly edged through the opening. Her wings brushed the edges of the small tunnel as they were only allowed one at a time through.

Wincing, she hissed sharply between her teeth. She worked her way through the opening until she was freed onto the other side. Panting slightly, she reached out and braced herself against the wall as the other followed through. Sevral was right behind her as he'd been the one to get her through to safety. Enuren was after them and following her was Elruin.

“We are ready Dravon!” the mage woman called out.

Turning over her shoulder, she glanced back to Keyra though she still had her bow drawn and aimed back at the enemies that clambered around outside the opening.

"Keyra are you alright?"

"Fine," she answered shortly though she was far from it.

A few seconds afterwards and Dravon came falling into the area they'd cleared out. He was panting heavily as he had desperately fought to help keep the monsters at bay while some of the soldiers had come through with a few injured men. Laying back he seemed to take a moment to catch his breath.

"Elruin would you mind shutting the door?..."

“Stand back,” Elruin called out and lifted his hands.

The pure flood of energy coursed through the room, making the Val shiver slightly. The power he exuberated was intense to say the least. She looked over just in time to see the rock wall literally detach and crumble down into the opening they'd opened up not but a little while ago. Behind it, the bumbling mass of horrors were left to fight amongst themselves.

“What now?”

The Val rested her head against her arm that she raised up against the wall she leaned on. Having never once broken her wings, the pain was a new experience and something she was having a rather difficult time dealing with. Keyra had been stabbed, run through, slashed and broken and arm and leg once. All of which she'd endured and gotten through rather well. However, her wings had never once been injured. It seemed they were far more fragile and sensitive than she'd originally thought.

It was giving her a headache.

At about that time, she zoned out of the conversation as she was concentrating on controlling the desire to sink down and sleep to get away from the pulsing, burning of her broken wings.

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Enuren watched as Keyra leaned heavily on Sevral. Clearly the woman was in pain and Enuren was disheartened at being underground where plants and herbs would not be available to make into any sort of medicine. Every breath the Vall took was laced with agony. Her movements were slow and Enuren’s mind worked frantically to come up with a suggestion of how best to help her.

As Keyra stated she was fine, Enuren nodded. She knew she wasn’t but she also knew the warrior woman was not about to give in. Has to be a way to help her... Enuren had no experience with wings, at least not those of anything bigger than a small bird.

There was chaos and her attention snapped back to where Dravon appeared. Enuren couldn’t help but smile as Dravon so casually asked Elruin to close the door. As if there was not a horde of creatures coming for them.

Her bow lowered and Enuren held very still as the energy the Ash Fiend produced filled the air. The hair stood up on the back of her neck and had she breathed like a normal person, Enuren would have held her breath.

The wall crumbled closing them off from the things that pressed forward. She couldn’t help but hope many were crushed.
Her attention turned back to Keyra, her eyes focused on the woman’s form as she leaned heavily on her arm. “Perhaps if we have a moment we can rest, take stock of injuries and weaponry?”

Enuren looked around. Keyra was not the only one injured. For the moment the crumbled rock would hold back their enemy giving them time to assess their present situation.

Kneeling, Enuren began to look over her arrows. She rubbed many of them in dirt to clean off what gore she could. Never had she seen such disgusting splatter from hitting a living thing. Not really living though are they? She shook her head and continued her work.

"Do you wish some assistance in cleaning your blade or cleaning up the blood from your injury?" Enuren spoke softly as she once again addressed Keyra. "Anyone else need help?"

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Dravon lays there for a few moments to catch his breath and let the pain in his shoulder subside before sitting up slowly. He can hear several of the others getting the pains out of their bodies as well and his eyes fall on the group of soldiers with them. With the dim light of the torches being all that he could use to see, it was evident that they were in a bad way as well.

What started as a group of twelve was now whittled down to half, with Montague tending to his comrades and the five of them in no real shape to fight anymore. Dravon let his mind wander for a few moments and then a hand was placed in front of him in a offer to help stand. "That was quite the show you put on there." It was Montague as he just made his way over to Dravon and the others.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you reminded me of.." Dravon was quick to wave of the rest of his statement and get to his feat by his own accord. It was obvious that he didn't want Montague to continue with that line of thought with the way he dismissed the conversation. "Take count of your men and supplies, we have to suspect that this wall will not hold them forever." A little taken aback by the dismissal, Montague sternly gives a nod despite what just happened and returns to his men. Dravon in the meanwhile helps himself to one of their torches and holds it over his position, taking in the stonework beneath his feet.

The floor was dark and smooth as if made form a completely different material then the other rooms. Only small pebbles littered the floor due to the recent movements of the earth, Dravon kicking them aside as he felt his way along the wall. It was a far larger room then he thought and the space of dead air in front of him was a testament to that. The air was stale as well, letting him know that the room had been closed off from the world for quite some time.

At that moment his hand felt a strange sensation, like running a finger over the wax of a warm candle. After retracting his hand in the beginning he returned it to investigate object some more. It did have a waxy texture and whatever it was ran inside a groove along the wall and upon further inspection smelt like a kind of lacquer. He understood now this was the same kind of fire light source seen throughout the rest of the temple and with little thought given after set the torch to the substance. With that a puff of flame shot out from the groove in the wall and began to race along its confines. An audible hiss could be heard as the flame traveled sucking on the dry air to fuel itself.

The room seemed to grow in size as it was being revealed by the rushing flame, that somehow lit a large brazier hanging from the center of the ceiling of the room. It was a large and circular in build with four stout pillars supporting four imaginary corners, all equally spaced from one another. The opposite end of the crumbled door they entered was dominated by a singular great door and what caught his attention was the site of battle that had gone unnoticed due to the darkness before.

There were bodies from ages past strewn on the floor, several worn armor and weapons that belied their age. Aside from the scant cobwebs that occupied them, the material itself was untouched by time. If only the bodies still wrapped in the armor could make such a claim as well. For all that was left of them were bones and dust, scattered by the blank eyeless stairs and the open mouthed screams that riddled their faces before the final moment. There had to be over twenty of them, all pressed and clamoring together in what seemed to be a large brawl to the very bitter end.

Dravon knelt and took another look at the floor.

The pebble were in fact scattered fragments of bone that were knocked loose during the shacking of the temple. His eyes were drawn to a large blade protruding from the back of body and he reached to claim it. Not surprising after all these years that the body was more then willing to part with such an item and he took a moment to eye the weapon. Its blade glinting in his hand, a large unforgiving scythe like tool protruding from a long thin handle not much shorter then his arm. On further inspection he could see that the handle was not metal with a lashing of leather, but in fact large length of bone with strips of flesh sewn into it for use as a grip and at that realization he dropped the weapon. Ensuring himself he would never touch such a grizzly thing again.

"Dravon.. you and your men may want to see this." It was Montague and he had found something. But this revaluation came from the body that Dravon brought with him on the trip in. As Dravon marched back and motioned for the others to follow he came at a stop with Montague holding a strip of cloth retrieved from the creatures corpse. "This man is from the Blue Dagger guild..." He said with a cross look on his face. "And that has meaning to us how? The guilds must all have stake in this site shouldn't they?" Dravon asked.

Montague gave a stern shake of his head.
"Not all of them; the Blue Daggers are banned from many different sites around the city and have a bad reputation of stealing from the sites of other guilds." Dravon have a knowing "Ahhh" of realization as the thought struck him. "I guess we know why there are more then we expected now." Montague gave a nod to this but then spoke again.

"It also means that there is another way into the dig from down here, so the way home is not lost to us.

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Elruin hated everything about this mission, he hated the things that harassed them, and he despised the cryptic fortress/temple that would likely become their tomb. He felt cheated somehow almost like the world was laughing at him in some strange twisted way it made him chuckle softly with delight. The underground fortress wasn’t a fortification because there was nothing word defending, it wasn’t a temple either or a mine maybe it was a prison of some kind. Maybe the inhabitants had build these large halls to contain the plague that infected the abominations? Or was this just a symptom of a deeper infection? The details about their situation troubled him but he had to focus. One of their greatest fighters was injured and he was the only healer in the vicinity he hoped the soldiers wouldn’t pester him afterwards. Enuren asked Keyra if she needed help just as Elruin started to move towards the Vall. “Hold still, this is going to hurt.” He put his hands on her shoulders and closed his eyes to focus. After five seconds of carefully repeating a short but delicate mental maneuver he released a small but constant stream of energy that coursed through Keyra and fixed every injury at the cost of increasing her pain tenfold. The pain Keyra had to endure was the product of Elruin’s limited skill, an experienced healer would have healed her using less energy and without any pain.

He pulled back his hands and set a step backwards “Don’t try to use your wings they are going to be frail for at least an hour.” The Ash fiend turned around and slowly walked towards the centre of the now revealed hall. Dravon just discarded a weapon that looked like it was made from bone and flesh. The idea the abominations would mutate further and start to grow weapons made Elruin sigh internally. He casually avoided a hopeful look of a wounded soldier and leaned against one of the pillars observing Dravon and Montague talk about the skeletons that filled the floor. "It also means that there is another way into the dig from down here, so the way home is not lost to us.” Now that was a comforting thought: the monsters had access to the almost innumerable inhabitants of creed! “If these things follow us out the entirety of Creed is doomed. Think what they could do if they ever got out even if we warned your council there’s little they could do against these… pests.” Elruin was suddenly very pleased that his race didn’t inhabit Creed or depend on its existence.

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"Do you wish some assistance in cleaning your blade or cleaning up the blood from your injury?"

Keyra hadn't heard much from the others as she was too busy calming her own mind to force herself to continue on despite the injury and loss of her most valued part of fighting. The young Val depended far too much on the pristine white wings that hung on her shoulders. With them broken and unable to use, she was starting to doubt how useful she was going to be to the others. If anything she was going to slow them down. Grinding her teeth, she glowered at the wall from where she rested her head.

"It's fine," she mumbled to the other, only barely registering the words from the woman.

Forcing herself to pay attention to the conversation, she only followed bits and pieces. Dravon was worried that the wall wasn't going to hold the creatures for very long. This alarmed Keyra. She turned slightly to see the dark outline of the rocks that Elruin had created with his power. She huffed slightly. If stone cannot hold them back, what will? she thought to herself.

The conversation continued, something about a guild, or a group that had been banned from many places. She forced herself to listen, trying to focus. Blue Daggers... I've heard of them, what was said was true, they were bandits of a sort. Probably one of the nastier kind that didn't belong to any noble or honorable guild on the planets. The sounds of the monsters beginning to scratch at the rock was a dull reminder that they didn't have long. Keyra agreed with Dravon silently. The Blue Daggers were probably no more, that or far less than they used to be.

She would have spoken her mind, but the conversation moved on quickly without her really noticing and then of course, a voice distracted her as a pair of hands descended upon her shoulders. Had she been in a better condition she would have lashed out, but as it was, Keyra could hardly move without pain following her every step.

“Hold still, this is going to hurt.”

Keyra startled slightly, then tensed up. The muscles in her shoulders and back tightening as she waited for what he said to expect. His voice was soft as he mumbled something over and over in a language she couldn't quite make out. A sort of shock pulsed through her shoulders, then pain. Intolerable pain. A sharp gasp filled her lungs as her fingers dug into the rock, scrapping her skin. It took quite a lot of energy and control to keep from screaming in pain, but even so her voice cracked a few times as the bones in her wings pulled together.

The sensation of having every torn muscle and destroyed bone slowly mend themselves was something she had never felt before. Nor did she want to feel it ever again. She would have crumpled to the ground if it weren't for his hands gripping her shoulders tightly. When it was over and he released her, however, Keyra did drop. Panting heavily she knelt there with her stomach twisting, a vile, bitter taste in her mouth. A cough seemed to loosen her lungs and the Val remembered how to breath again.

“Don’t try to use your wings they are going to be frail for at least an hour.”

Elruin turned on his heel and left her without pause. She didn't have time to thank him, although she wasn't sure if he'd done her a service or not. Keyra supposed that she could think of it as his way of helping her since now her wings were no longer broken, though the dull thrum of pain still lingered. After a moment, she finally settled enough to ignore the pulsing in her newly mended limbs.

It was about then that the conversation touched on the fact that there was a way out of the labyrinth they found themselves in. Keyra looked over to the Ash Fiend who mentioned that finding a way out may lead the creatures to the surface where they would indeed have a frenzy. She looked back to the rock wall.

"Perhaps..." she started slowly, "The way out can be sealed or better yet, if the path allows, destroyed so they cannot follow," her voice sounded strange to her but she shook it off. Taking a breath, Keyra used the wall to stand again, "Either way, we should go."

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Dravon nodded with each word that passed, he was rather anxious to be rid of this place and be to be back in the sun was a growing need for him. Being in dark crypt like places never held his fancy, even during the crusades. He had already made his way back to the scattered torrent of bodies and inspected more to his ire.

Even though the dust of ages had consumed them long ago, it was easy to tell that several of them were in fact afflicted by the same pox that now mires the newer inhabitants of this temple. But there was something in his sight that caught his attention, a glimmer reflecting off of some untarnished surface. This belonged to one of those dead and buried under the mound near the center of the room. A person that died in the throws of combat and was nearly smothered to death by the weight of his adversary.

As Dravon pulled the last husk from the top his body tensed for a moment as a tinge of realization struck him.

The glimmer was not from any form of arms or armor, but instead from the deceased's body. Small amber strands of metal lay frayed from what remained of the hair and small protruding ridges coming from the front of the skull made ever more mindful of his own. This body belonged to a Volkari like Dravon, however it was easy to see that there were small differences here and there. He had died with his sword, a peculiar weapon of stone thrust into the chest of the last adversary to face him, firmly locked in his grip.

Upon retrieving the weapon and further inspection he found a small leather bound satchel with what appeared to be a book. He gives a cursory glance at the pages within and to his surprise they are still rather legible. However they are written in a script that he cannot recognize. Only able to make out several characters and phrases on his part. He keeps flipping pages until he finds that there are also strange sketches in the book as well and he finds a picture that causes him to look up at the door located at the center of the opposite wall.

It was a curiously large door made of an non reflective metal, dark and ominous to look at for long periods. It looked just the same in the book as it did in reality, a massive figure of a woman with her eyes close and hands clasped in from of her breast, as if she were praying. Long strands of hair swept from the sides of her body and rapped her form save for her shoulders and arms. But in the center of her forehead sat one vertical eye that was open and stout in its appearance. If not for the metal being so dark and lifeless, one would be pressed to say that the figure engraved in this door could move.

The rest of the image revealed there was a slit in between her palms and that this was a void for some object, as he turned the page to look on there was an image of a sword there and a most peculiar thing it was. It was colored just as dark as the door and was for most parts the same shape as a sword, save for the fact its blade was half the length with a flat tip. With several strange shapes bore into the blade and grooves as well.

Almost like a large key.

The thought hit him then that they would need such an item if they were to proceed. Least they wished to face what was behind them..

Dravon walked back to the bulk of the group and held the book out for them to see. "It appears this is what we need to go with that.." He says as he gestures back towards the door. "Besides I think we should rather go forward then backwards at this point." Folding the book closed he places it in the cuff of his sash and begins to overturn one body after another.

"Start searching.. maybe we can find something of use as well?"