"Wonderful magelight dear," rambled Venym to Merci, far too loudly, as the company descended into the pit, "You're doing beautifully. Illumination is one of the most underrrrrated functions of magic, I've always said so. Do you know, the Dwemer managed to create their own su- oh you stupid fucking n'wah."

The Telvanni trailed off as Balen stepped into the ancient trap and caskets began springing open, the cracking of stone and the groans of the undead filling the vast chamber. Draugr dragged themselves from ancient resting places and charged the adventurers. 

"Perhaps you can delude them into lying down again? Make them think they're still dead?" said Venym to Aenyarin with a smile, as Hector shouted for the group to circle up, "Just a thought."

The draugr closed in on the party, and Hector and Hraf scored kills while Merci shouted for space.

"So much for illusion," muttered the Telvanni as Balen put another draugr down. The air in the tomb took on the sharp, burnt smell of spent magicka as the Bosmer summoned a spectral wolf and Merci called forth an atronach. 

"Splendid job, if a bit old fashioned in technique!" shouted Venym to Merci, offering the Breton a crooked grin, "The control could be better- remind me to show you one of these days how to- wait, wait, hang on!"

The dunmer mage ducked an axe swing from a charging draugr. The monster turned to strike again, but there was a bright, bluish flash and a bang like thunder and the draugr flew backwards, back arched, electricity crackling around it. The corpse collided with several of its charging companions, bowling them over.

"Annoying, very annoying," said Venym, both hands now on his staff, sweat breaking out on his dark blue brow, "Who goes into a tomb without a basic knowledge of pressure plates. I mean seriously-"

A draugr wielding a two-handed sword charged Sibassius, and the wizard stepped between them, meeting the ghoul's powerful swing with his staff. The draugr's cut should have bisected both wood and wizard, but instead the sword exploded backwards on contact with the Telvanni's staff, impaling the zombie with shards of ancient nordic steel. The hulking beast righted itself, snarling despite its wounds, and launched itself at Venym. The Bosmer's wolf-spectre caught it around the ankle and sent it tumbling to the ground, where Venym crushed it's head with his staff.

"Good boy," he said to the semi-corporeal wolf, "Very good boy."