[i][h3]The Vale[/h3][b]The Crypt,[/b]
[b]Currently[/b][/I]

"About time you got here, I was starting to wonder if the darkness swallowed you up." An all too familiar voice to the reborn sage came, that of one of her compatriots she had not heard in... months? Years perhaps now? Decades even? Time for her was a complex enough matter as it was, to say nothing of their fall into the abyss and however long that was or how time here at all flowed.

The doorway parted now revealed the last little shrine in this sharing of words, accompanied by two figures. The first of which was a younger man with dark, sleek hair that ran down his back and dressed in an open robe with light armor beneath, a single, ever so slightly curved sword in hand. [i]Ruron[/i], beyond a doubt was it, the child-sorcerer who the ancient wizard had taken as one of his few students.

The other figure, far more imposing in stature, peered not only at the masked templar and his aasimar accomplice from under the head of a lion who crested his head, but wore the professed dress of dull, engraved plate and wreathed in a beaten forest lord's cloak. The [i]Green Man[/i] indeed, whose hand bore a sword of his own within a armored gauntlet.

"You... you know them...?" Came a heavier voice, one out of breath and nearly pained, but snarly and clearly simmering with underlying anger.

Despite the less than subtle, less than restrained anger, Ruron turned to look back at the seemingly wounded man, "Know them? Of course I do. They are the reason I am here."

The sword-bearing mage lifted his hands and turned to gesture to the entire room, speaking some as he walked further​ into it and away from the doors, almost within reach of the battered man that stood before the shrine, of which a gleaming, sourceless firelight poured from. Clearly Ruron avoided coming too close, lest the seemingly defeated opponent lash out.

"See all of this, Wick? Like one giant light in the darkness, drawing all the things lurking outside it right to it." He motioned with the arcane blade to the rest of the entourage that had arrived, direction its tapered point at them.

"Sort of like the entirety of you..."

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The party before the door discovers [i]Ruron[/i], one of Wick's old acquaintances, and the [i]Green Man[/i], of whom seems to be protecting a large mythic fire upon a shrine. The room is a mirror to the room they are in it seems, minus the slabs, spirits, arms and armor scattered all over.

[b]Score[/b]
[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_2AAR9jRc7I]One Last Way[/url]

[b]Map[/b]
[i][url=https://www.myth-weavers.com/map.html#id=4370]Tomb of Honor[/url][/i]

[b]Tentative Initiative[/b][list][*] Cesar (19)
[*] Theodore (18)
[*] [i]Valmjr (18)[/i]
[*] [i]Thea (18)[/i]
[*] [i]Birbin (15)[/i]
[*] Wick (10)
[*] Katia (9)
[*] [i]Haemar (8)[/i][/list]
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