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Roland had to admit he was feeling a tad inadequate around this girl. Not that she was far above him in power, but there was a measure of talent there he knew he couldn't attain, and she would only get better. Somehow, he didn't mind it too much though. Or at least, there was no jealousy. Still, it seemed even her powers of moonlight were waning in the face of whatever had opened the crypt door. The skin on his ankles felt deathly cold, despite being covered by multiple layers of clothing.
"Ready as I'll ever be." He told her, drawing himself up. He might be young, but he had an impressive build and a will to move through situations most others would run from. No one could claim he was a coward. Just a fool.
He made his way to Iseldis, and held out his hand. He doubted she needed it, but the miasma at their feet made them feel like lead from the dread emanating from it, and together they could power through it easier, he believed. Once or if she took his hand, they would move forward as one, stepping through the fog as if wading through swamp mud, trying to lift their feet above the ground. It didn't effect them physically, but their minds and hearts.
By the time they made it to the entrance, Roland had a cold sweat down the back of his neck. He breathed a sigh of relief as they made it out of the fog. "Don't worry about a light, I got it." he breathed, reaching into his pack and producing a torch. It took a few cracks of the flint, but once it lit up, he held it aloft. His blue eyes shined like deep sea sapphires in the light, and it turned his brown hair into woven gold.
"I'll lead." he told her, and with sword at the ready, he carefully crept into the open crypt, finding the small room a quick dead end. A small room where an elaborate coffin was place. After a quick scan, Roland wasn't buying it. With a strong grip, he pushed the stone slab off of the coffin to reveal a cracked stone stairway leading into the gloom. Dust and stuffy air flowed out of it in a wave, and Roland had to stifle a cough.
"Let's go, Iseldis." he told her, and they moved below...Into the Shadow.
@Luminosity
"Ready as I'll ever be." He told her, drawing himself up. He might be young, but he had an impressive build and a will to move through situations most others would run from. No one could claim he was a coward. Just a fool.
He made his way to Iseldis, and held out his hand. He doubted she needed it, but the miasma at their feet made them feel like lead from the dread emanating from it, and together they could power through it easier, he believed. Once or if she took his hand, they would move forward as one, stepping through the fog as if wading through swamp mud, trying to lift their feet above the ground. It didn't effect them physically, but their minds and hearts.
By the time they made it to the entrance, Roland had a cold sweat down the back of his neck. He breathed a sigh of relief as they made it out of the fog. "Don't worry about a light, I got it." he breathed, reaching into his pack and producing a torch. It took a few cracks of the flint, but once it lit up, he held it aloft. His blue eyes shined like deep sea sapphires in the light, and it turned his brown hair into woven gold.
"I'll lead." he told her, and with sword at the ready, he carefully crept into the open crypt, finding the small room a quick dead end. A small room where an elaborate coffin was place. After a quick scan, Roland wasn't buying it. With a strong grip, he pushed the stone slab off of the coffin to reveal a cracked stone stairway leading into the gloom. Dust and stuffy air flowed out of it in a wave, and Roland had to stifle a cough.
"Let's go, Iseldis." he told her, and they moved below...Into the Shadow.
@Luminosity
