Dr Simon
Explorer
Passing through the ominous portals you pass into a tall open space, lined with pillars the lead up into darkness. A few feeble torches and the light from the entrance are the only sources of light and so the overall size of the chamber can only be guessed at from your echoing footsteps.
A noise to the left draws your attention, where a man steps out of the shadows, clad in a rattling necklace of bones and clutching a skull-topped staff. He seems young and strong, but there is also something old and broken about him; nothing specific in his appearance but merely an aura to him. He smiles a cold, cruel smile.
"You cannot help your friend," he says. "He belongs to the Master of Death."
A noise to the left draws your attention, where a man steps out of the shadows, clad in a rattling necklace of bones and clutching a skull-topped staff. He seems young and strong, but there is also something old and broken about him; nothing specific in his appearance but merely an aura to him. He smiles a cold, cruel smile.
"You cannot help your friend," he says. "He belongs to the Master of Death."