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"You healed me?" Andy asked Alora incredulously. "Well...thanks, but I really wasn't injured. My mind just left my body or something. You shouldn't have wasted your energy." He grimaced, noticing that Alora did look as if she was out of energy.

((I play Portal. I got the reference, but I felt no need to comment on it... stare ))

Firasi had been taking the time in pocketing some coins from the fallen soldiers further away to really pay any attention to his new group companions, but he did at least keep an eye on the others. He pulled out a card, no larger than what humans called "index cards," with a what appeared to be a large blue wall with the chinese sign that stood for "Cemetary" depicted on its front. On the lower right hand corner was a triangle. He was about to place it on a soldiers head when he saw a body's chest rise and fall. One of them was still alive.

"Soldier, I know you can hear me, I know your not dead." He whispered, bending over the mans body. His eyes met with a terrified mans. Firasi scanned over the soldier, searching for a wound... none, as far he could see. "Ah, then, then, you can be my subject of judgement." Firasi took the same "Cemetary" card and placed on the mans head. It began to sear slowly into the mans flesh. It looked as if he would scream, but Firasi had his sword drawn and stabbed through the neck before anything sound could be produced. Blood hissed out fiercely, but Firasi was only watching as his card was completely burned into the mans forehead. The body literally turned to dust in a mere moment later. "I'm sorry, I forgive you."

The Reaper turned back to his companions, "Hey, guys, I think I found a path!" He gave a wave and pointed to what appeared to be a beaten down path, somewhat overtaken by plants but not badly.

"What are taking those Players so long? This greatly makes me doubt their ability to be a challenge if they do not meet my standards, but I can wait as long as they prove to live up to expectations."

Marquis sat upon another throne in the skies of Level 2, waiting for the Players to come and meet his reason addition to the level: The Labyrinth of Fear. Inside were creatures from the weakest recesses of the Corrupted Legion. They were weak, but that sill meant a challenge for those who entered. Getting out of the Labyrinth was much harder then dealing with the creatures inside. The corridors were only wide enough for about two people to travel side by side with, meaning the group would have to split up into several parties in order to get through it. In the middle was set to be the Unholy One from earlier, if he was provided in time. If not, he would be replaced by a Blood Scream, more interesting that way. Defeating the middle creature meant the Labyrinth would disappear and the Players would instantly be free from it.

Andy sighed and stood up slowly. Unfortunately, Alora's healing did nothing to help his headache. As she ran back to the group, Andy followed, shaking his head. He was no social genius, but he definitely could have handled that better. At least she seemed nice enough, unlike several of the others. He doubted that some of the others were even sane.

Seeing Korsu, he walked over to talk to him, clutching his temple. "Hey, that was some pretty insane action. You're not hurt, are you?"

Korsu looked down at Andy and shrugged. "I took a few scrapes, but Alora...healed them up for me." He stumbled over that word; they would have to get used the idea of being healed by magic.

"I'd say that Possession thing was worth it, but I'd rather stab myself than do that again. My head is killing me."

Korsu smirked. "If you ever take over my mind again, I'll stab you." His laugh sounded like a mountain crumbling.

((I didn't beat the game yet, but I already know what happens. It's pretty creepy. eek ))

Aansalath sighed and walked over. He gently grabbed one of the potions from Claws and looked at it in the light. He sighed, "Most of these are healing potions, you might have a potion of strength in there. But most of these are just healing." He gave the potion back. He put his hand back in his pocket, his bad mood slowly going away. He took a deep breath, able to control himself much better now that his mood was becoming better.

Ixpath was weaving his hands in a complex spell. He finished, then pointed to Aansalath. Nothing happened. Except, in Aanasalath's head, a voice started to say, dark and full of power; I know who you are. I know you are a vampire. I know what you are trying to do. Do not harm them, or i will destroy you. a mental image popped into his head, of a floating blue figure surrounded by a cloud of blue flame, leaking power and magic out of every pore.

Ixpath turned to face Claws. "Well, Aanasalath is right, except for one thing." A worm crawled over to a black-colored potion that smelled faintly of almonds. "That is a potion of Sharpen Blades. No idea why they would need that, but since i killed them all dead, you might as well take it." turning to the rest of the group, he said; "Well, most of my magic is back, though i'm pretty much 'running on fumes' here. You know what? If we survive this, i'll give you all two years to run."


A creature entered the great labyrinth, pushing aside the guards. It was a heavy-built figure, clad in iron completely, with a fearsome skull-countenance. An aura of terror and inspiration surrounded it, making the guards both fearful and more confident in their skills. The deep eyes glowing inside the helm shone out black light. Four skeletons followed behind it, carrying wicked looking weapons; A chain adorned with spikes, a jagged scythe, War-glaives, and a halberd. This was clearly the "Unholy One" that Dentrag had promised. A fearsome acolyte of magic trained in the necromantic arts and ready for combat. The Unholy one carried a sword glowing with blue runes for death and destruction.

((Lol, i haven't decided whether to make it male or female yet, so i'm trying to avoid using either.))

Passion sighed quietly. Lord, they were taking forever to get moving. She was getting tired of being so idle. But she didn't want to approach the group, even to get them moving. She wanted to follow behind and to isolate Aansalath when the moment came. Even if she was feeling impatient her objective still stood. She uncrossed her arms and looked down at her attire. For being so formfitting it seemed capable to hold so much. What else would she discover tucked away? She blocked out Claw's voice, he was pilfering from the dead taking things that could of been hers. But no matter, she had made the choice to isolate herself. She'd get her own gains soon enough.

She frowned a little as she continued to look over her leather top. I wonder if there's anything to eat in here.. It was a bit of a silly statement, but still. Her stomach was requesting a meal of some sort. Apparently physical transportation, transformation and emotional trauma was an appetite stirrer. She reached into one of three pouches hooked onto a belt around her waste. She pulled out a few small coins, but no food. Mm. I wonder if we'll come across somewhere to eat.