"A death knight?" Sharon responded to the recent information from Liaena. [i]"This is troubling news."[/i] Indeed, Sharon had anticipated some undead and a Death Knight, but the Death Knight that he had anticipated was his brother, Sherpa only. Now there was another Death Knight it seemed! Fighting one would be bad enough, and if they ran into them both at the same time, the High Elf preferred to not even think about what would end up happening if they did. "By the way, next time you see a coffin or any woeful object come flying towards me, do try to do something other than just watching." Sharon had already fallen into deep contemplation where he sat in Serphia's cowl, until he suddenly heard the Captain addressing him. "I thought Night Elves were supposed to be agile... " He muttered without thinking, too focused on the plan. However, he soon realized what he had said, and looked up at the rather unimpressed face of Serphia that now glowered down on him. " ... sorry, you have my spells at your disposal." He was quick to add, nodding apologetically back at her. "But we need to move fast, the longer we tarry; the more time the White Hand has to regroup and mount a proper counterattack. I do not expect any resistance through the catacombs ahead." Sharon explained, before a thought struck him. [i]" ... where is the White Hand response? You would think we'd have a whole platoon chasing after us by now!"[/i] But as he contemplated on the lack of White Hand reinforcements, a distant tremor could be heard throughout the reef, emanating from the castle further up. What was causing the deep tremors, he did not know. Perhaps it was something that were keeping the White Hand preoccupied? That was only speculation. The thing he knew for real was that they couldn't linger. "Let's go." Sharon said, as he motioned for Serphia and the rest of the party to venture through the catacombs up ahead. ------------------------------------------------------- The room shook from the deep vibrations coming from further up in the castle at the top of the reef, but none of the cultists seemed to pay any attention to it. They were all focused on the ritual at hand, their eyes now focused on Kathlin as the girl was being brought to the middle of the circle by Sevarian. "Most people live cold, static lives." Sevarian said as he positioned Kathlin in the middle of the summoning circle. Taking a couple of steps back, she soon found her limbs being held in place by the magic of the cultists as they began to channel on the spell. Up above, the darker cloud of spirits swirled ever closer around the air above Kathlin. Some amorphous eyes and faces could be seen forming in the spirit host, gazing down with baneful eyes at the people below them. "But then they are touched by critical events, events that change their lives forever. Your life is about to change, and you will become a catalyst of change to that of many others as well." Sevarian explained with an eerie calm. "All I need, is for you to relax, and open your mind..." ---------------------------------------------- It was a quiet journey through the catacombs, the only sound accompanying them were their echoing footsteps and breathing which could be heard through the quiet corridors and hallways. As they passed, there were nothing to stand in their way. There were no chevaliers whatsoever in the catacomb. The only significant presence came from morbid and henious statues built into the walls and columns, glaring down at them through their empty stone eyes, as well as the eerie quiet that surrounded the coffins located throughout the necropolis that they were now walking through. Sharon had no idea where he was leading the group. For all he knew, he could be going the complete opposite way of the dungeons! But his doubts were suddenly dispelled when further up ahead, he heard a set of voices; followed by two figures appearing around the next corner! Two chevaliers were standing outside a runic stone door around fifty feet away from the party, each carrying the corpse of a troll with them that they were dragging out from the room that they had come from. But they were also quick to see them in return! "There, monkeys!" Sounded the late announcement of one of the sentinels. Sharon was quick to respond, raising his staff where he stood beside Serphia's head to fire out a bolt of lightning the nearest chevalier! The chevalier, however, was quick to drop the corpse that he was carrying and duck; the lightning bolt passing over his head and dissipating against the stone wall behind him! The second chevalier reacted as an arrow came flying through the air from the sentinels, acting by holding up the corpse of the troll that he was carrying to use it against a shield! Thud, thud, thud! The corpse of the troll catched all three of the arrows fired from the sentinels, before he dropped it and raced back into the room from which he had come from. The other chevalier was standing further away from the door, and decided to instead leg it the opposite direction, disappearing down a pathway to the right and leaving the fight behind! "Trolls... what are trolls doing here?" Sharon asked as he threw the bodies lying further up ahead by the door a perplexed look.