Arnand sighed inwardly at the drunken Dunmer, but stayed well away - Being covered in alcoholic vomit was not his way of ending a trip.

Arnand heard the Khajiit making some suggestive comments on the nature of the next chamber. Arnand thought differently - He had reached the conclusion that the mystery Khajiit was hosting a series of obscure tests within the fort, perhaps to prove the group`s worth. With that in mind, Arnand hoped his decision to leave the treasure behind in room one had been adequette. He thought so, since only fools take things at random or without asking without knowing origins of the items.

Arnand hurried on, wondering what was in store for them all.

Aryon had to admit it to himself that he didn't think the drunkard Dandel would have the guts to do such a thing. It was clear that he was out of his mind and lost all control as the drink took over his sense, a reason Aryon didn't drink himself. Slowly Aryon moved his left hand and touched the slime, it was like liquid and wasn't particularly thick, it was like nothing he had ever felt or seen before but he didn't have the time to study it.

Quickly he wiped it off and looked at Dandel in the face with a glare in his eye. He then spoke bluntly "I don't have time for you or your drunken words and I don't think anyone else wants to hear you" at that he pointed his hand at the Dunmer and a small light began to appear from his finger tips and got brighter. A few seconds later it shot straight from his hand and into Darndels face, sealing his mouth shut. "You have been silenced drunkard. Don't worry, unfortunatly it isn't permanent but it should grant the rest of us some peace for a few minutes. I recommend you take the time to think over your actions". When he finished speaking he walked over to Dandel and wiped the slime from on his hand into Darndels hair and pushed past him, walking on to whatever lay ahead.

Although Destruction and Conjuration were his main focus, he was skilled in the other schools of magic and found them to be particularly helpful. Especially in moments like this. Should the drunkard Dunmer cause anymore trouble then he may have to show him his conjuration skills and how he would cope when face to face with a bloodthirsty Daedroth.


OOC: This has also been discussed with Chriso123

IC: Larth turned to the foul-mouthed Dunmer.

"Oi, sluggard, your whaling's hit my wits end." He pointed directly at Dandel. "Unless you silence yourself, I'll do it for you, you sorry excuse for a Dunmer you." He noticed Heinrich had been walking behind him. He made note of the fact the man had also followed before many of the others. He gave a mean stair to the Dark Elf who'd been nothing but a nuisance.

He, honestly, didn't mind drunkards as much as most. So long as they kept their vomit to themselves. But stupid bastard was exceptional in his eyes. He almost wished that he'd persist. He was in grave need of something to hit. He hadn't done any fighting since Skingrad. But that didn't count, really, over too soon.

OOC: Sorry for the short post I gtg work on a leaking refrigerator.

While leaving Elissandre thought for a few second about what Jack just told "Those relying on them tends to do the same... Using some crappy improvised weapon is fine if your opponent buys it and you can hurt enough for victory. Miss one of these two and you're in trouble, unless you're very, very good. I've seen one assassin rely on that sort of tricks. He played the dumb country hick with a pitchfork, made his target mad at him before killing in 'self defense'. It served him fine, until one of his targets noticed he was walking like a trained fighter rather than a farmer. And showed him it's easier to get rid of a pitchfork with a claymore than the opposite."

While speaking she kept walking along the corridor, watching with growing disgust Dandel's drunken antics. Doing her best to keep away from him as she wasn't eager to get sprayed with vomit or whatever slimy mold he had picked up. Or to find herself between him and Aryon if the dunmer mage lost control of his temper. Which drove her to press forward, walking next to the fallen drunk as Aryon silenced him Good riddance, and at least I'm in front of that merry pair. Whatever waits for us down that corridor, it must be safer than between a short-tempered mage and an obnoxious drunk...

As the light finally drained completely, and only a single candelabra was left in the very center of the room, a section of the wall swung away and opened into a dark, dank corridor, the walls of which were soon to be found covered in slime. Alkhil had decided to pick up the rear, despite the fact he probably could have served better in the front, keeping his eyes peeled for traps and the next room. However, he had decided upon the rear for two reasons, the first being a hope that if they did run into any traps, the two buffoons would get caught, and the second being that he could be the first one out of the place should something happen that required a retreat. The never-ceasing conflict between the two dunmer hit another rough patch, but thankfully did not end in violence and Alkhil was not required to do anything, for Aryon had silenced the drunkard, thank the Nine, even if only for a little while. As the assassin crept forward, following everyone else, he wondered what sorts of tests would await them in the next room. He also used his hindsight to justify why he had taken the ring and the dagger. The writings on the wall had warned against not taking anything and taking everything, and the third one seemed to be irrelevant, so he felt that he was fairly justified in his choices of only two items. The next test would probably have something to do with physical ability, since the previous had been on morality. Now, he only had to wait and see what they found.

Dandel started to laugh at Aryon as he tried to get rid of the slime on his armour. However it was short lived and was clear that Aryon had just about enough of his 'companion's' drunkard and stupid antics. A scintilating green light was conjured in the Dunmer's hands, it rocketed through the air with much speed. Dandel stopped laughing as he saw the spell flying towards him, his eyes widened in fright and shock. He could only let out ''Aaa...'' with a small yelp before he was literally completley silenced. He could hear and feel everything, he could even taste the vomit caught up in his throat and mouth but just couldn't speak. It didn't matter how much his lips and mouth moved, not a sound uttered from them. Dandel felt something being wiped in his hair but it was mostly ignored, he was too focused on why he couldn't speak. No matter how much he tried to shout at the top of his voice, there was nothing but silence, just like he wasn't even there.

Dandel heard Aryon mention that the spell was only temporarily which eased his panic slightly, but it was only a matter of time before all the vomit started to produce again, and then the Dunmer resumed his panic and worried behaviour. The spell made it difficult for him to force the sick out, so he had strain himself with excrutiating effort. He fell to the ground trying his very best, the most effort he had put into something in a long time actually, to just be sick. Even though he was drunk, Dandel could still feel the pain and was frightened of what could happen.

Eventually the vomit was released from Dandel's throat, it produced a truely vile smell which could be noted from a mile away and looked like something completely out of the world. It was very tempting for Dandel to pick up all the puke and throw it at Aryon, but he thought better of it. Only the god's know what would happen if he did. Instead he just tried to get used to it. The serious alcoholic effects were very slowly starting to disapear. Dandel shot Aryon a look as to say, ''What the hell is going on?'' But it was ignored, so he had to put up with it for the moment.

OOC: i'll likely introduce the new room in the morning so for tonight im afraid we're trapped in the puke filled corridoor luvly

night all

Heinrich

The yeoman wasn't all that grossed out by the drunkard's vomiting, slime and stench. A lifetime spent in a farm had a tendency to blunt a man's perception of what was disgusting - after all, Heinrich did have to do a lot of work that involved crap of one sort or another. Asides from the obvious task of taking out animal crap, there was also the matter of enriching the land, making it more fertile. Thus, he had no objections to nearing a pile of vomit or anything of the sort, nor did he have much of a problem with drunks - sometimes he'd get drunk himself, such things happened. Admitably he wasn't as eager to do it as this Dunmer, but to each his own.

Seeing as the drunk elf had just thrown up again, and was obviously very drunk, Heinrich turned around, making his way to the Dunmer, currently stumbling about in silence, shooting looks at the mage. Likely some fancy spells again... Poor lad must be feelin' quite poorly right now, not bein' able t talk ain't helpin' much I imagine. No surprise, shouldn't down all th' wine like this. Drinkin' is an art as much as anythin', and you gotta know how to do 't if ya wanna feel good afterwards. Regardless of what he though of the mer's drinking techniques, however, right now Heinrich likely had far more sympathy for the drunk than the whole group together.

"Staff?" Stopping by the pool of stuff the man's stomach had rejected, Heinrich offered his cane to the man for support, careful not to step into the vomit. From his own experiences, the yeoman knew that heavy drinking like that could cause a bit of a problem when having the intention to walk somewhere.

By now Dandel was just trying his very best not to vomit again, obviously it felt disgusting but it made him look worse then he really was. He wouldn't usually drink so excessively but considering the situation he was in it just happened without much thought, a mistake on his part. However, after deciding to relax a little the dizyness and naseua started to fade away, ableit slowly. It probably wasn't really the spell that caused the puking, it was most likely Dandel's spinning around the room and falling on the floor antics.

After attempting to slowly get back on his feet, Dandel noticed his voice was starting to come back, therefore the spell was wearing off. The Dunmer breathed a sigh of relief, although the only sound he could make was a whisper, not much more. It was then that the tall Nord from the group decided he wanted to give Dandel some of his mind.

''Oi, sluggard, you're whaling's hit my wits end. Unless you silence yourself, I'll do it for you, you sorry excuse for a Dunmer you."
''Oh lookie here another one,'' Dandel coughed looking into the eyes of the Nord. ''See you're just like that Aryon over there ya' know that? You wanna threaten me all you like but, like him, you don't do sh*t. He wants to turn me into a pile of ash with his 'all powerful' magic but he makes me not be able to speak, and I take it you wanna pummel me that axe right? Well no sir, that won't happen will it. What you gonna do instead, tickle me?'' Dandel spoke to the Nord with an aggressive whisper, trying to sound as furious as possible.

Suddenly the Breton, Heinrich, came over to Dandel offering his staff so guide him. At first the Dunmer thought Heinrich was going to hit him, seeing as pretty much everybody else did. But he was different, the look in his eyes suggested that he felt sorry for him. I guess he knows what it's like, Dandel thought, happy someone seemed to actually be on his side. He reluctantly took the staff, not wanting to take other peoples belongings but the Breton seemed to insisit on it. Dandel couldn't do much but he definatly had to thank him.

''Thank you, thank you greatly friend. I'm sorry 'bout this, been a rough day. It ain't normally like this. The drink I mean.'' Dandel spoke to the Dunmer with kindess, and also throwing the wine glass on the floor at the same time. ''I can't do much to thank you but here, take some of the gold I found, it ain't much but it's the most I can spare.'' Dandel handed out approximatley fifteen Septims. He wasn't lying, his current state could only let him offer out so much. As the group continued on the corridor, Dandel waited for Heinrich to accept his payment.

Varar saw the spectacle, Aryon casting the spell and all that. He too took pity on Dandel, seeing Heinrich offer his staff and seeing Dandel show the first sight of kindness since he and Varar had met, it sort of touched Varar. "Aryon, how could you be so cruel. The man is drunk, and I know drunk, if you've ever been to Deazel's House of Earthly delights you should too."

Varar walked over to Dandel, who was walking with the staff. "How ya feeling kinsman?" said Varar in a more hushed voice.

OOC: Good morning all! Here's hoping the next room will be up and running before school...

IC:

Arnand couldn't help but giggle a little yet sigh at the group suddenly changing sides. I hope the guild isn't going to be hampered with those immature Elves and their side-changing allies, thought Arnand.

It was a long way off of the end, and Arnand had a feeling those Dark Elves were only just starting to annoy him. The raging wit-wars made something click, and he turned around like a storm.

"By Julianos, Talos, and Akatosh! I wish you could all see yourselves! If I had enough energy for it I'd turn you all into inanimate displays and leave you to rot!"

And with that, Arnand used up the last of his Chronomatic magic and sped off at super speed down the corridor.

Dandel didn't see the point in giving Heinrich a choice to take his gold or not. The man had been a great help and the Dunmer couldn't just let it go unrewarded, he proceeded to force the money into Heinrich's pouch, smiling at him as he did so. Even though the alcohol effects were wearing off, Dandel still couldn't afford to brisk walk the corridor at a fast pace, it would only make the naseau returned. What he needed to do was to just take it slow and relax a little. But amongst other things he needed water, usually he drinks water when getting drunk, to stop the de-hydration and headaches, however he foolishly forgot to bring any.

It was then as he was stabilising himself, that another Dunmer came to support him, which was suprising for Dandel as this particular Dunmer seemed to be friends with Aryon and even called Dandel a fool at one point. But he wasn't complaining, anyone trying to help him was nice in his books. The way that the new Dunmer had a go at Aryon gave Dandel much pleasure, just the way he stood up for the little guy, even if he was actually the one causing a fair amount of the trouble. After shouting at Aryon, the Dunmer turned to speak with Dandel directly.

"How ya feeling kinsman?''
''Aaah well could be worse,'' Dandel chuckled and smiled. ''Thanks for the support friend, but I gotta apologize for the way I been acting. I ain't normally like this, getting piss drunk and all, it's just what I been through lately. Been hard y'know. But yeah, again thanks.'' He spoke, noticing that his voice was almost back to normal. ''Oh and whats 'ya name? I don't think I caught it.''

All of a sudden, one of the smart mages from earlier, a Breton, started to go on about the gods and how he would turn all the arguing Dunmer into statues. Well thats how Dandel saw it, everything was so rushed that he didn't have time to take it in. But what was faster was the way the Breton zoomed off into the distance at blinding speed. Dandel just stood in awe, amazed yet confused as how the mage seemingly teleported away.

"Damn Chronomancers. Anyways, the name's Varar, ex-Telvanni guard and current Mercernary and Privateer, nice to meet you. Don't mind Aryon, I think he may just be a bit uptight, I'm sure we all are a bit eager to get to the next room and out of this damned corridor, but he's a good person. Anything I can help you with?" Varar, conjured up a light spell so they could all see better, and transferred the magic to his new glaive.

OOC: Short post, tired, drunk. See you later after a good nap.

Dandel listened carefully to Vavar's words. But he had no clue what a 'Chronomancer' was, and didn't want to strain his mind thinking about it.

''Well Vavar, it's a pleasure to meet you. I suppose my antics around this sh*thole have given you an idea of who I am, but in case you didn't know, my name is Dandel. I don't have any title or job like you, but you could call me a poor and pathetic low life if you want, but hey thats your call.'' Dandel was suprised that Vavar described Aryon as a good man, all he could see was an angry up tight bastard, but in honesty Aryon could probably only see Dandel as a stupid, aggressive idiot, even if he wasn't that bad. So Dandel thought maybe if he tried to see Aryon in a new light it may possibley make his understanding of him better, but there were no guarantees.

''Hmm I'm sure he's alright, but somehow I don't think me and him are gonna be having tea parties anytime soon.'' Dandel said, chuckling at his little joke. ''But anyway, lets try and get moving shall we?'' It was as Dandel said that, Vavar offered he could help in any way. He didn't want to take advantage of him, but water was something he desperatly needed.
''Well now that I think about it, would it be okay to spare a few sips of water if you have any? Please I ain't forcin' you, but I would be very thankful if you could. Oh and nice spell by the way.'' Dandel though a little compliment may make Vavar like him a little more, therefore increasing his chance of getting some drink, if he had any that was.

The Dunmer looked down the corridor, he could see better now due to the light spell but the path still seemed never ending. Damn, where the [censored] could this Khajit be in this hell hole, Dandel thought, now wanting to get to his 'soon to be saviour', he truely needed help.

Another Dunmer came up to Aryon and decided to give him a peice of his mind but Aryon mearly shrugged it off and ignored him. All he had done was punish the drunkard for his act if stupidity. After all it is common sense not to insult a mage when you are drunk, Aryon could have done many worser things to Dandel if he had wanted to but he wasn't cold hearted and hoped the drunkard would learn. However for some strange reason his retaliation against Dandel seemed to have made him less friends and the drunkard more, though this didn;t matter much to him if they were all in this together and they would soon learn who would be of more value.

As he walked forward he heard a Breton shout something about the Nine Divine behind him and then sped past him like a lightning bolt. Interesting magic he thought to himself. Continuing on, the other two Dunmer seemed to be in conversation about nothing in particular other than the small conflict. Aryon simply wanted to get out of this puke stenched corridor and into whatever lay ahead.

"Here take this flask, its got some good water in in and it'll make you feel better." said Varar. "And if you're interested, once all this is over, you could be a crew member for me? Its a rather nice Telvanni ship, plenty of room and food, you'd fit right in with the crew as well. But of course, we have to get through this mess." Varar then began to wander about this new guild, how would he be involved in it.

Would he provide travel services, or maybe salvage lost things for this new Guild Hall, if the Khajiit ever showed up that is. Varar knew no what would become of his fate. All he knew is that he had a duty.

OOC: i have little mental energy at the moment, but as i assume no-one want to be in the corridoor any longer i'll open up the next room, but u'll have to wait for a proper post from me till i've got some brain cells back.



IC:


As the group moved further along, the large stone doors ground open and into the next large room, as the doors open the distinct smell of death flowed through all the way back to the treasure room. Within the room was yet another cryptic message scrawled across the back wall.


"Each to their own path must we walk, to survive we must know when to...."


Then the message just stops. Just below and in front of the message there is a corpse, chained between two standing pillars and appears to be rotting slowly. It's chest and stomach appear to have been stitched back up after someone had cut it open. On the floor below the corpse there is the word "Learn" painted. With further inspection around the room you can notice that the door you just entered through has the word "retreat" painted above it, and that although the doors just opened they appear to be closing again very slowly, likely to seal you within the room after as long as 20 minutes, it seems odd to allow so long to escape being locked in if it were a trap. The door sits between two raised platforms with staircases leading up, both appear to have sarcophigai atop them, one with the word "Take" and the other "Sacrifice". The one that says "Take" contains a skeleton, one that is dressed as though he were once a king, on his head a crown and gripped in his had is a ceremonial gold longsword. Adorning his fingers, wrists and neck are many ceremonial rings, bracelets and amulets. On the other platform, the "Sacrifice" sarcophigus contains another Skeleton, though nothing else, he hands have been layed open and to his sides as oppose to the king with his hands on his chest.

There appears to be no other door within the room so with the only exit slowly closing you must each decide quickly what to do.



It seems that this test is more puzzling than simply taking treasure or leaving it be until the time runs out.



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Arnand was kneeling, panting for breath, before an open door leading to the next room. He grabbed the Strong Potion of Sorcery from his pouch and took another sip. Feeling slightly better, he searched around the room with his eyes. Directly before him was a chained up corpse, a bit like a combat training station but with a real body. On raised stairs above him were two sarcophaguses containing skeletons. The words 'learn', 'take' and 'sacrifice' were written, one next to each cadaver. An inscription adorned the wall, every bit as cryptic as the last.

Arnand wasn't sure what to do. It had to be something to do with the corpses.

Thinking that since it was restrained the fleshed body directly in front of him would be the best option, Arnand walked up to the rotting shell, raised two palms to the chest, and uttered a peculiar incantation - The incantation for Risen Flesh, a spell extremely difficult to obtain unless you are a Necromancer. It had taken Arnand years to find the means to learn it without breaking the law.

As Arnand finished the spell, he stepped back a little. The corpse's eyes turned dark pink, and it began thrashing about, trying to fight the chains. Arnand stood back, wondering if this would trigger something.

As Jack entered the next chamber he could see the breton in blue at the shackeled corpse in the middle of the room under yet another cryptic text.
after only a few steps in jack say the man use some fort of spell and with a purple glow the corpse rose and statred moving, trying to get free.

witnessing the act of reanimation Jack was quick to act and with a few quick steps he got behind the man and grabbed him by the shoulder to turn him face to face with Jack who looked him into the eye and quite displased Jack was.
"What is the meaning of this desecration? what are you a necromancer?" Jack turned to the still struggeling corpse and moved his hand with the small jade ring closer to the hed of the undead being. A green flash appeared and a spark jumped from the ring to the skull of the corpse, which then sank to the floor, lifeless once more.

after that he turned to the man "Don't make me see you disturb the dead once more, or you will join them" Jack's face was showing nothing of the cheerful character that had been here only moments ago, with a sneer he pushed the man away and Jack vedeos then walked away to observe the room for any clues to getting out, still displeased with the breton using such a form of necromancy.

Moving to the next room, Elissandre noticed behind her someone helping Dandel. Which she thought a waste of time. Bah, that won't do more good than a cataplasm on a peg leg. I've seen enough addicts to know that unless you get them rid of the habit, helping them is pointless. Nothing exist for them beyond their next dose...

As they entered the room, she made quick survey. Now that's more of a riddle. That door is probably the last chance to sign out and et away with it... Now the next, probably more like a lesson, learn to take and sacrifice, or something along that line...

Her musings were interrupted when one of the mages in the group apparently used a bit of necromancy, provoking quite a reaction from Jack. Odd choice of words though, if he really means 'please do your tricks out of my sight', why add a death threat... But we'd better keep an eye on that wannabe necromancer...

She moved closer to the man "What exactly were you trying do with that corpse ? I don't think this test ? or any of the next ones ? would require necromancy of any sort. From what I've heard this is not a God of Worm admiration society signup."

Dandel took the flask of water from Vavar's hands. He didn't want to take advantage of him so only drank a few sips of the drink, but it certainly did help, removing the naseau. By now Dandel's voice was completely back to normal, which relieved him.

''Thanks buddy, I really needed that.'' Dandel thanked Vavar, handing back the flask in the process. His ability to walk was also improving, he still would need Heinrich's staff a little longer though, just to make sure he was completely stable. It was then that Vavar offered Dandel the choice to work for him.
"And if you're interested, once all this is over, you could be a crew member for me? Its a rather nice Telvanni ship, plenty of room and food, you'd fit right in with the crew as well. But of course, we have to get through this mess."
''Wo-wo-WOW! Are you serious? You want to offer me a job, well thats a first. And a good job at that! My friend, I would be honoured to work in service for you, it's the least I can do to repay the kindess. I'm not used to working and all that, but that don't mean I'm lazy. Thank you again.'' Dandel was in complete in utter shock, no-one had ever offered him a job, everyone thought he was to lazy and to much of a slacker, but he would prove them wrong.

Eventually, after slow paced walking, the group reached the next room. However Dandel wish they hadn't, the room was the complete oppostite of what had preceeded it. There was an instription saying, "Each to their own path must we walk, to survive we must know when to...." The Dunmer didn't have much of an idea as to what it meant but didn't realise that the possible endings of the sentance were dotted around different areas of the room. The endings were, ''learn,'' which was below a chained up corpse, ''retreat,'' which was painted on the door they just entered through, ''take,'' which was on a sarcophagues and contained a skeleton dressed as if it was a king, and ''sacrafice,'' also on a sarcophagus containing just a normal skeleton. The room was really starting to freak out Dandel, but he tried not to let it show. ''What in Oblivion is this place?'' Dandel asked, to no-one in particular. The Dunmer didn't bother trying to work out the 'puzzle'. It was pointless, he wasn't smart enough to try and work out these kind of things. All he could understand was that with each path we needed to take, learn, retreat and sacrafice. But he didn't understand the skeletons and corpse. Well I wouldn't mind sacraficing that Aryon bastard, Dandel thought, laughing a little.

Suddenly, the corpse untop of the painting of 'learn' started to shake aggressively and vigoursly. It sort of looked as if it was trying to brake loose. ''F***!! I think it's gonna kill us! Sh*t was the hell is it doing!'' Dandel shouted, pointing at the corpse whilst keeping his distance. Thankfully for him, the shaking stopped. He only realised that it was the 'super fast' mage who triggered the event because of the large man with a shovel started to get very cross with him. Making it clear not to disturb the dead. Is he some kinda holy Paladin or some sh*t? Dandel thought as he inspected the man. But he had to admit, he did agree with him, triggering the dead to almost come alive again is disrespectful, and above all, kind of scary really.

''Whoa! Was all that really necessary? You some kinda sick Necromancer or some sh*t?'' Dandel asked the mage, he would be very nervous if there was an evil undead-summoner withing the group. It was then that the Dunmer heard a faint, yet recognisable, sound coming from the door. It was slowly closing, this caused a panic rush to go through Dandel's body, worried that they would be trapped forever, with barely any food to survive on.

''Ah! What the f*** is going on here?! Corpses and skeletons and now the bloody door is closing in!'' Dandel tried to push the doors out, but it was to no avail, they were to heavy, and not even an Orc weightlifter could move it. He ran back to the others and looked to them. ''What are we going to do?!''

Tucharon studied the inscription and the four apparent "options". He ignored the group's bickering to focus on this riddle. Retreat seems to fit into the end of the inscription the best, but was it a test to see if we were worthy or a test to see if we're smart enough to escape? This test worried him much more than the other two; if he followed his lead and retreated, he would almost certainly survive, but it may also prevent him from meeting the khajiit. He decided to speak up.

"Stop fighting, we need to figure out this riddle!"

Larth spat. Did this beast man have such precious little respect for the dead? What more is to be expected of a cat?

Two choices seemed obvious to him. Retreat, and Learn. You must learn the ways of your enemy, and you must know when to retreat. He decided to step forwards to corpse with "Learn" painted next to it. The reason for this being the door locked behind him, and he thought it best to take a path that, while more vague, might hold more hope than having to forcibly destroy one of these doors.

"Well, unless anyone's set on debate," he said, turning about. "I'd say we should choose to 'learn' about our predicament." He smiled at his own joke. He seemed to be doing that a lot lately, and stopped smiling. He should work on that.

In response to Tucharon, Larth only said,

"Exactly. Just choose learn and we'll be fine. It's not like much has befallen us for our compatriots greed." He didn't much mind who he offended at this point.

Arnand seemed unwavered by the man's threatening. He simply looked at the now lifeless corpse.

"That didn't work" He said.

He then chose to contemplate the critisicms of the group. Arnand, as usual, sighed at all this.

"I cannot say I am not a Necromancer. I am not one of the cult, for sure, but I could still be considered one. I don't do it often, for it is disrespectful. But I thought that disrespect takes a lower priority than getting through this fort and helping the Empire?" he said quietly.

"I revived this corpse because I thought it might trigger a reaction from the room. It appears that this is not so."

Arnand stepped back, and looked around the room. This was a complicated riddle. Arnand wasn't even sure if it lead anywhere.

Aryon remained silent as he watched the whole spectacle unfold in the next chamber. Re-animating the corpse could have helped to learn what it is we would need to do, but these moral fools have decided to ignore that he thought to himself. As a former Telvanii and seeker of knowledge, Aryon did not care for the art of necromancy. He neither condems it nor does he promote it, it is just as much an art as every other but most people are afraid of it and its power and decide not to understand it.

"This room is much more interesting than the last and it would be best if we work together to solve it. That means discussing what it is we need to do before taking any action. If we are to work together then we all need to do things together. That doesn't mean going against what everyone else says, even if it is to your dislike" he spoke to everyone "And before you start Darnel, I'm not bossing you all around, I'm giving advice and I'm sure the others would agree with me" After saying these words he waited to see what everyones response would be. He didn't want another show like the last room where everyone did their own thing without discussing it.