"These are magical, right up my alley." said the mage, hobbling forwards. He ran his hands along them for many minutes, chantin g strange words, struggling to stand.
"Th They are.. Powerful." he managed to gasp "And I am already weary. But I will give it one last stand." He dropped his stick and put both of his handson the door, he commanded them to open in the name of... something strange, you could not make it out, but before he was done speaking, he was blown across the room and slammed into the far wall with a sickening crunch.
The doors silently swung open.

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Halarond

(mind if I return with a new char? I understand you are entering a tomb?)

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

(ya sure......... I guess so)

The mage crumpled to the floor, moaning in pain...

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Halarond

Raelin watched silently as the mage tried to open the doors. he almost laughed as the mage flew across the room.
"It's dark magic. is it not?" he asked, throwing the question at anyone.

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"It is" the mage gasped as he got to his feet.

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Halarond

[sure you can rejoin]

Knyn cursed under his breath and ran to the mage. "You overpressure yourself," he said, draping the mage's arm over his shoulder and helping him up.

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"Thank you" he said to Knyn.
"well, I have opened it."

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Halarond

Cadenius watched the mage collapse after opening the door with little regard. He prepared himself for what is to come.

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I was cured all right.

As the door opened it revealed a somewhat plain sight, another round chamber to the pain of the intruders yet this one had a small obsiddian stage that just fit a human laying on it. Indeed there was a corpse resting on it, with old dimmed, darkened armour and a two handed mace in his hands grasp. The mace had many dents made in it as a sign how many kills the carrier had made with it, on the belt of the corpse was a dagger. Funny enough it reminded more of a sacrifical dagger than a one used for fighting.

The body itself was reduced over time to mere bones as flesh and skin seemed to have been peeled off the corpse.

(I´ll post my char bio later)

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

The Mage walked in the room.
"There is great magic here" he said "greatre than anywhere else."

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Halarond

Knyn moved over to the obsidian slab, examining with keen interest the disintegrating corpse.

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Suddenly there was a screeching sound that rang troughout the room, it went around and then suddenly stopped making the intruders probably look around confused. A green mist rose from the obsidian slab and circled around the armour, it suddenly plunged inside the armour and it began to move. A green image of a human with a goatee, short black hair and some scars appeared before the skeletons face. The skeletons head grimly shone trough the ghostly green face that now examined the arrivals quietly.

"Visitors..."

He muttered silently.

"So... what might be the reason you are here for?"

He said tapping his mace against his open palm.

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

"hahahaa" The mage laughed openly at this sight and then said "Told you."
The mage was in his element now, he felt strength and Vigour returning to him in renewed fury.
"The Honour is mine to meet thee." he said, bowing to the figure.

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Halarond

"This is not a matter of honour mage so shut up or answer what is your purpose!"

The figure shouted with a cold voice that rang trough the room.

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

"Haha, DO I have a purpose?" he answered gaily. "Do any of us? Do any of us have a purpose in this life?" he said, and his face became serious and grave now.
"Even you... So do not insult me, I am the master of Undead, a bringer of Death. You know not your peril speaking to me in such a way!" he exclaimed, and it seemed that he grew, and the place became darker and colder than it already was.

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Halarond

Tur stood beside Raelin, her hand on her sword, her eyes darting like an wild dogs around the skeltons surrounding them.

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