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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Felikeries" data-source="post: 1299028" data-attributes="member: 15359">FTM   mission the graveThe troubled band of tried and true cohorts walked for a few minutes through the twistinghole in the ground,untill they finally were through to another natural cavern.This one was 450 ft,and had what appeared to be graves set in rows on the left and right sides.There were no signs of activity and the worm didn’t leave any tracks iether,-they had noticed a surface bound tunnel,but it was not there perogitive.Kliza was the first to realize that the army of undead before them was about to be re-exumed and upon them,in a veritable slew of undead swinery.As the visions of hands and scuttling shadows of the souls of these once gaurdians played at breaking free,Kliza made the warning and they stood together in the middle,awaiting attack.“hail oh powers to the divine in rapture we fight against minions lost to deaths shrine,seal now my strength to kill send me heavens will”Zenthor had fallen in to minor trance,and reaching into the meditation of invocations called forth the ritcheousness needed to bring energy and the ability to fight these foes.Crashing through the crumbling dirt the guard had awoken,in remains of uniform embelished with the tell tale signs of Zintrin like garner,some sported chain mail,and others just standard attire,each yeilding forth a great sword,heathen like with scallywag carvitures on the blade,and dancing black colour,able to strike at enemies with extra accuracy,and the body of undead defense entailing the scope of how deadly these enemies were.Morigin rushed into the foray,taking wild slashes to those yet standing,-a good strategy,as the others ganged up on 10 or so making towards them,with Zenthor leading a bludgeoning strike by piercing through two at a time,and knocking those skwered into the misbegtotton soldiers next to them.Taiken practiced enough with the skill of derriving his,paladin talent with the wonderous amulet,let the acid ray string through 3 enemies much like Zenthor’s attacks,and soon they had matched the first bunch,now laying in dust,cauterized into the torrent of summons that was unleashed by the poisen like liquid to these heaves of bile flesh.Kliza paused after striking one foe down,and divied the potion,as Marty lending the quick pause to do so,then turned and nearly halved a gaurdian that went at him with more speed than any of the others had,-in rapture the group was able to take this mass battle,fairly well,and it wasn’t untill they were encompassed by 15 that had formed a perimeter around them that Mif Yatter struck a tune with crafty bard wisdom,and sent a glower of black clouds,blinding 10 of the enemy,which allowed them quick elimination of these confused crude rotted minnions.Kliza spun one time,kicking one and slashing through another,as the potion had lessened –and failed to make an effect,and one fallen on the ground leaned in and grabbed her leg with two arms and bite into her leg.“owe!-god-damnit,somebody do this-“she turned and Taiken caught the flask,and dashed some on her sword first,Zenthor taking the last bit for the two daggers,and he stepped into a group of 6,and as he straffed and spun,making slashing wounds,Marty stabbed in from behind,unseen,and soon Morigin and Kliza were fighting against the last 5,some thirty slain,and a few wounds to speak of-a lucky ordeal.Morigin dueled gaining and losing ground against two at one time,and when he finally delt a terrible gash across the chest of the unarmoured one,there was not enough potion left-and he nearly was slashed across the neck,but Zenthor threw his staff  like a missile weapon,and sent a thorough striking through the attacker’s skull,while Kliza,smashed open,and sliffed her sword across the skull of the last enemy,and opening it’s eyes widely it fell on it’s knees and then to the ground,not into dust but finished for good,as the group watched this last effort.The validity of their fighting prowess was staedfast and beckoning to make greater the comprising talents of these novices and their monk friend to dole out even more fearsome battle strength,and the worths of each were parlaying even more finely etched skill for the experience they had won.Taling the time to pass about a rag,and swish off-half wholsesomely the guck compounded on them,they thanked the monk for what he did in the effort and promised to help him find the path to rest,or re-establishment into the material plane.“well worms are are a sorry sight but I dare say that what we’ve done in this misbegotton cavern,may have been truelly a terrible folio of fighting strengths,-…a good one at that,though we shan’t find the pestilant undead as easy to kill with no more of the agents wiley gift”Mif spoke to them,while they regathered the torches,set scattered about to lend lite while they took the stand.“I accept that we are still perhaps a great many encounters from ridding this place –or seeing that Zintrin is satisfied,but I will regaurd any path you choose,each of you as the wisest way to do that which  must be done”Zentrin said in a deluged,half noble monk rsponse-as they began through to a new hall,that was now finally made as the temple constructs.The reached several steps that were ordained with a goldenish metal trim,and circles with a triangle were carved into each,pleading a contortion of magics,that fell within the makings of ceremony and ritual.They paused and allowed Zenthor to look at them,perhaps a word of translation of their meaning.“hmmm,yes a very important room lay this way-I feal though that it is of a different nature than merely what the temple shows in ways of religion….an item I believe”he recognized well enough the signs and they continued unsure of what was to be expected.The chamber was strewn with strange black tiles across all the walls,and an altar carved rune of ceremony lay within the back wall,but the center was an entrancing sight.There a light strewn ebb of thin traingles spun about in a calmy constant motion type fasion,each passing within the other from a 7 ft to a 5 ft to 4 ft to a 2 ft scion.The metal was dull,yet they looked to be sharp on the rims,a deadly device for splicing open victims,was what first arrived to any who looked.The ebb of magi-ether that illuminated it fluctauted occasionaly through a light blue to white hue,casting flickers off the metal,that dazzled images of fractured rays across the room.What could be done,there was no assurance as to the nature of it,and scince they had not remarked to eachother-they simply approached with caution,fore-chilled of the strange malevaelonce.Kliza walked to the altar,noting more ancient elven writing,and the others slower-for to behold the item,was an immaciating emmersion of beholding;they soon listened to the next clue she spoke translating the runic words.“Thoughts impure are severed as wounds by veils of receptions of Letheria trail the littany of flesh,those spoken in ceremonies rights shall pass beyond within the reaver of traingular light”“nope,not a friendly wholly water maker….well let’s be off”Mif surveyed the situation.“or,let’s see if we can please Letheria,and she’ll send us another task,in this forbbiden home of the unwholly and undead”Marty suplanted the worry that was beginning with a more whimsical attitude.“not likely,if to have any way through this chamber of evil triangles,let’s get going”Taiken said turning to watch the actioning icon.That’s when there suddenly was a buzzing sound,Kliza most likely having been the fault of which for having touched a traingle with a circle in it,set in the midle of altar,that pushed in,though she had barely straffed it,and as they all turned to see what may be of the traingles-they began to form away from eachother-and still spinning,they increased speed,and dashed wildly about the room.Zenthor was the first to have to dive away,the blade splicing the air just above the standing hieght of the others,and after that they jumped apart as one pased vertically through.“it’d be suicide to try for the hall-why did it suddenly-“Morigin began and Kliza interupted.“I know-I know,I pressed a rune,-but it won’t go back-don’t think I didn’t try”she stated,as they held their arms for quick action to be able to dive or divy a hastey side skirting.They had carefully met with their backs to the altar,and took a quick ducking dodge as one passed at the 4 ft level,scrapping the wall in deadly rapture,the black material though unscratched-but made the sounds of what flesh transposed to it could do,quite unkind.Theoreroretically they had but little hope to work with,as this burgining disaster of slicing death continued it’s beligerent path,but the ideals of a true band of well founded warriors and the luck of a strange golem monk,could turn that all around-or at least some idea had to be put to use,or they’d meet with an end to their lives.“Mif don’t you have a dispell evil death trap,or some saint that’ll do us a favour-we’re working on -…ah!”Marty took a dive as one killer metal scoin smashed towards him and deflected off the altar.But that wasn’t the only but simply the first of directed attacks,as soon as Marty stood again,Morigin met with the same problem,but it was a blessing in diguise.Not so clean,or swift as the theif,Morigin had met with a scathe to the back of the lightly protective leathur aromor,but what had really occured was a a catalyst that set into cycle the altar itself.Paniked and trying to remian in light fast-footed dancing,they didn’t notice at first that the stone altar had begun to change form.The center was shaped like a door and in effect that was what integreated there,from a smearing of rainbow like pattern,the doorway to blackness however.Kliza fell through first,and they each then took notice and dived in after her-or with her,not much of a pre-planned motion,but a hellish answer to getting away none-the less.Wettened shirking mists danced across them,as dimension to their direction and speed was an incoherent mirage,finding pleading streins on their flesh,and thinning the air.The travel through devious gateways was not yet knowledge to any of them,but the intuition that they were taking a plightfull spill through a plane-uler portal grasped at their dire fear and hope.Suddenly with no break in the freefall,they were alive and standing once more-the wisps of blackened subfuse and small wisps of mist dissapearing behind the vortex that had admited them to a new realm,-a certain calling for their mission’s trust,a flounder of coincidence that entrusted a chance to further the demands of Zintrin,perhaps or maybe just a lashing trump of ancient portal power used for the dark priestesses dracnire ablutions,as fate had it they were standing upon the plane of the undead.</blockquote>

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