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[Talon Lord Othrim]

The door silent, the ring of the singing bowl dieing away in her ears. As light escapes through holes in its wooden frame she can see a dark room ahead. Rows of wooden pews and someone sat in the dark. Hooded, robed the person sits with their back to you.

[Solaria]

Torch in hand, the other instinctivly rests on her blade she enters the room, scanning the far side for an exit. Excuse me? She wandered why she felt nervous,probably from exhaustion she thought as she stepped closer to the figurep. Im er a little lost, do you know how I get out of here?

[Talon Lord Othrim]

The silent figure remains motionless. The room looks to be like some kind of chaple. Stone carvings scar the walls and an alter of some kind now lays under a blanket of dust.

[Solaria]

She longed to hear a friendly voice or for a sign that she was close to getting out of the darkness. As she slowly passed the figure she called out again, almost like she needed the reassurance. Her main focus turning to the doors

[Talon Lord Othrim]

As you make your way to the doors you can see that it has been bared from the inside, your side.

[Solaria]

With a sinking feeling she ran to the bars and shook them to see if they had rusted. She had to get out, she couldnt go back the way she came. Occasionally she looked over her shoulder at the shrouded figure

[Talon Lord Othrim]

The bolts tho rusted are move able. You look over to the shrouded figure but to your surprise the figure is far closer than you think. The dessicated face of the the ancient human stares at you with hollow sockets.

"Dark is the hour that you return. I waited knowing you would come back to us. The Chamber it secured from the unworthy and the preparations are complete. By your will."

[Solaria]

turning around to face the figure cyrienne could feel the pounding in her chest, her grip on her sword tightening as she stumbled on her words. "I... I think you have me mistaken for someone else" she took slow side steps,not wanting to get too close to the thing before her.
After a few moments had passed she began to feel bolder and questioned the figure. trying not to show any fear like she would if faced with a wild beast. Staring right into where its eyes should be"Can you get me out of here?"

[Talon Lord Othrim]

The soulless corpse gazes blankly at you.
" This is my test? So be it. I awaited for your return. I held fast that you would return even when others left and turned their back on you. I serve you now as I did in life. I am at your command. My queen."

[Solaria]

"queen?"she mumbled to herself. cyrienne looked around the room once again this time paying more attention to detail. she wasn't sure if she recognised the symbols and pictures carved in the walls and raised her torch so she could see them more clearly. Perhaps a name or some clue as to whom he thought she was. her grip tightening on her sword as she spoke back to the figure. "If I am your queen" she hesitated briefly then carried on before she lost her courage. "If I am you're queen then I insist that you get me out of here immdedietly"

[Talon Lord Othrim]

" My Queen all prepetations have been made. Follow me and I will release you of this dank tomb"

He indicates that you are to follow him.

[Solaria]

she follows him cautiously, not sure what to make of the situation but her plan is to run as soon as she is free of the cavern. watching his every move, being careful with each step she takes

[Talon Lord Othrim]

He walks over to the alter. A large stone bowl thick with dust rests upon a dark slab. He picks up a wicked curved blade.

" Do you wish to start the rite my Queen?"

[Solaria]

her hand tightened ever more around her own blade, even though she was freezing she could feel a cold sweat drip from her brow. Solaria took a step back keeping an eye on that blade, she mentally prepard herself for what he had in store for her

[Talon Lord Othrim]

`He begins to approach her. The blade held high above his head with both hands and begins to chant in an unknown language.

[Solaria]

Without thinking she pulls her blade out as she runs toward her assailant, aiming to plunge her dagger into his chest.

[spoiler=Attack]1d100 rolled for a total of: 27 (27)[/spoiler]

[Talon Lord Othrim]

Unexpecting the attack the blade slices across his chest. The hollow sockets of his sunken skull regard you for a moment then he shreeks!

"DAMN YOU FOR ETERNITY!!"

[spoiler=Note] Its still your attack advantage[/spoiler]

[Solaria]

the adrenaline rushing through her veins pushing her more, she raises the knife and using a stabbing action screams as she tries to pierce his eyes
[spoiler=Attack]1d100 rolled for a total of: 22 (22)[/spoiler]

[Talon Lord Othrim]

[spoiler=Defence]1d100 rolled for a total of: 72 (72)[/spoiler]

He easily bats aside her wild swing. Raising his hand he utters ancient words.

[spoiler=Spell casting]1d100 rolled for a total of: 51 (51)[/spoiler]

A bright light flashes from his hand....

[Solaria]

throwing her other arm up cyriene tries to knock his hand
back and shields her eyes with the other [spoiler=Defence]1d100 rolled for a total of: 1 (1)[/spoiler]