[center][h1][color=ed1c24]Ivraan Valdo[/color][/h1][/center]

As the party stood near the entrance of the tomb, more and more pilgrims arrived. First, it was Knossos, the old man who had been with the Caravan far before Ivraan joined. Ivraan was always a tiny bit wary of the old man for his Vitae felt artificial. Nevertheless, Ivraan did not pry, for it was not his place to do so. And if the actions of Knossos were anything to go by, it did not feel necessary to uncover what the reason was. However, if Knossos ever wanted to share that story perhaps he would hear it, but for now, it remained a mystery. 

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[color=B0C4DE]"Here's to hoping whatever is coming wants to also just talk to us first..."[/color]

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Knossos' opinion was clear, try and talk to the undead. As to why this was, not really sure, but it was something he’d take into account.

After that another presence that made Ivraan wary arrived. One of the most recent arrivals, a mere two weeks. It was the first time ever that Ivraan sensed something like it. A being with Vitae and Narcae, the counterpart to Vitae. The energy of death, that which keeps the unliving living. Ivraan of course knew of the existence of Narcae, but never had he met an individual who had both energies combined. It went against the order of the world, for Vitae and Narcae were two sides of the same coin. However as the Narcae inside the presence was so small, it wasn’t enough to warrant hostility. In fact, Ivraan was generally not against the idea of Narcae. Neither force was inherently good or evil, they just existed, it was the user who was good or evil. What Ivraan did mind was the corrupted Vitae around this place. His teacher had told him about one way to corrupt Vitae, however, that was on a personal level, here in these woods, it was like a torrent.

As the presence made himself known, Ivraan gave it a look over. A bat-like humanoid it was an odd figure. One he had never really heard or seen before. It introduced itself as Terilu with some titles, but as Terilu luckily said, who cares, Ivraan certainly did not. 

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"[color=goldenrod]An undead approaches. I am going to help you. Don't argue, there's no more time for the rigors of debate. Only rigor mortis! Ha-ha.[/color]"
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It was indeed as Terilu said, a presence covered in Narcae approached them from inside the tomb. Ivraan grabbed his spear from his back and readied it, but Terilu just approached to communicate?.. He was unsure exactly, but then Terilu confirmed what Ivraan had suspected. These undead or perhaps this tomb caused the Forest to be this way. Terilu was of a clear opinion. We attack.



Nemeia and Ilyana were a tad more hesistant. They wanted to try and communicate or remain vigilant due to the terrain. Ivraan liked fighting, plus he was certain the cause of the corrupted Vitae was this tomb. Just when he prepared to voice his opinion Galaxor the giant rushed in. Shattering the skeleton wrapped in sheets with a singular swing.

“Welp, there goes diplomacy. In we go.” Ivraan spoke as he followed suit after the giant. As it turns out Ilyana’s advice was correct, as shortly after a bevy of presences could be sensed. Ivraan quickly spoke; “There is more up ahead! Chaaargeee.” as he ran in deeper and started swinging around his speak. To those who perhaps were exceptionally vigilant, or perhaps those who would recognize the use of Vitae, you could see a small glimmer forming around Ivraan’s eyes. What it did was uncertain to those who would see it, but for Ivraan it was a whole world of difference. His eyes could function almost perfectly in the darkness of the tomb. His spear accurately slashed away at the living dead that were inside. 

It seemed as if the previous undead was of a higher caliber. These hadn’t really been buried neatly in robes as the previous one so the environment had claimed a fair share of bones. Their weapons, if they had any, were brittle, ancient, and shattered at the closest touch. Perhaps they were slaves or just ordinary citizens buried a long time ago at the top while the richer ones would be buried deeper down. However, Ivraan soon realized there were a bit more than he expected as further down the halls more skeletons approached and thus he backed off a bit. Hoping the more excitable companions would join him shortly.