[color=00a651]Dag'Tyr, touched the stone allowing its solemn silence and hard texture to connect wit his fingers.
Veratul had offered him a portent. Though his was the God of Life and Death, he did not believe Veratul had saved him only to be lead into a trap and killed without fulfilling his purpose.
He explained this to the others in the group.
"With combined effort we could make it our shelter for tonight at least. Away from the elements and from prying eyes." He backed up the earlier offered idea by Fran and Vigil.

"We could pursue these pirates, but alas we know nothing of them. We have no numbers or know not what weapons they would be wielding. Also any warrior worth his or her salt here would argue that stepping into combat blindly could be a death sentence in and of itself. 
Whilst my God may rule over Life and Death, I believe one would not earn their favour and be honoured by thoughtlessly throwing their lives away. I believe now even more so than ever that we all may have a part to play in the grand plan of the Gods.
As such might be the case, I will ask for Veratul's blessing in my prayer.
To safeguard us and watch over us this night, as I intend to do every night.
If there are those of cunning and stealth here that believe they can sneak closer for an observatory glance I will not hold them back, but I fear I can offer little aid in such operations." He patted his stomache.
"For as you see, I would hardly succeed." He stated with a humorous smile, before offering another word of caution.
"I do advice not to engage them, not at least, until we have a better understanding of who and how many we are facing." He said looking upon the youngsters. "No matter how brave you might believe yourselves to be, sometimes being patient offers you greater rewards." He stretched for a moment, cracking his knuckles as he regarded his tattoo's before offering a final warning.  
Also I would warn you all that though the Burial Mound may hold many riches, its price would be dearly paid if one would be cursed by it and I for one, as a Priest of Veratul, would urge you not to take from the dead without Veratul's explicit blessing."
He calmly turned to Fran and Vigil. 
"Now Lady Fran, Honourable Vigil, if you would help me with moving the capstone after I am done praying it would be most appreciated." The Kin Du'Eld said. "For I fear I will not be able to move it by mine own strength."

After that he turned towards the capstone and raised his hands as he closed his eyes. His tattoo's clearly visible and the tips of his blue fingers stretched towards the heavens at first, before they were being lowered to the capstone. All the while Dag'Tyr performed a ritualistic prayer in a strange tongue. His tongue most likely. 
It was low and at times hushed into whisper and at other times rushed and strengthened with power, words strung together in song-like manner.
All that those around him truly could understand was the name that was mentioned ever so often: Veratul.[/color]



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(For those wondering how it sounds: [url]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2WcIK_8f7oQ[/url])
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