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"My appologies," Gavin said; the man's voice hauntingly smooth despite the jagged cuts and scars that showed plain as day across his flesh. He exited one of the side tunnels, stepping into the candlelight of the foyer and approaching the table that Decruda was reading, or studying, or whatever the bloody hell he does with that book at.

"It seems that fate has quite a bitter twist of late, and an unfortunate circumstance has made things rather... difficult."

As he spoke, Hector exited the tunnel from which he had just exited; the massive golem's head scraping lightly along the roof of the tunnel even ducked low, with an exhumed corpse cradled in one arm.

"Something has the city guard up in arms, and to proceed from here must be done cautiously and slowly. Far too slowly, unfortunately. It is an unnecessary risk, though one that will innevitably fade with time. It would be best to concentrate our efforts on other matters, and await a more opportune moment to proceed here."

Lilith wasn't undead. Far from it, actually. With her magic, she would be able to conjure up food enough to last her a day, then continually use the spell each day that she prays for renewed spells, if her involuntary imprisonment lasted that long. As for the guards catching her... it was inevitable. Still, she may get lucky, and someone from down below will need the elevator. It's either that, or she waits until the next day, when her spells will be renewed and she can once again use her Wind Walk spell.

His eyes flashed open as he sat by the table with an open book in front of him as Gavin gave him the message.

"Very well then." he answered as he closed the tome and put it away into the bag he had brought. It would be time to leave.

He waved his hands over the empty space on the table once, twice, three times, and on the final pass, there appeared a small ornate chest of polished ebony and platinum fittings. He opened the chest and put his bag into it before repeating the process of waving his hands over it. Once, twice, thrice; the chest disappeared.

Secondly, he retrieved a small object from one of the many pouches which lined his belt and slipped it into an empty bag at his left side. The object itself appeared to be a tiny carving of a chest, in fact, it appeared to be a replica of the finely crafted ebony chest that was before him a moment ago.

And so, his items were now gone. However, he was not. His preparations were not made to incorporate a simple teleport spell, so how was he going to get out?

Simple, he was going to walk right out of the city.

"I'll see you later then." he said to Gavin as he marked the ground in the center of the four directional marks he had previously put into the walls; nothing but a simple rune. And then he'd head out the same way he came in.

A lone figure, clad simply and carrying a bulky bundle over one shoulder, stops to look at the city before him.

???: "So that's Lament..."

He shifts the bundle to make it slightly more comfortable, then continues his hike towards Lament, purpose guiding his striding steps.

???: It's called the Dark City by some...if only they knew...

He shakes his head and smiles to himself as he nears the gates...then his expression drops into one of disbelief as he stops in his tracks. There are armed guards patrolling before the gate, which is shut.

???: Something's up in Lament.

He walks forward, knowing the guards would immediately train their weapons on him. He raises his free hand to show that he doesn't plan on going for a weapon, despite the sword hanging at his side.

???: "What is going on that the city is sealed so?"

Necros you say? So...It seems we might have a bigger problem on our hands than we thought. The lockdown was mainly for terrorists that had attacked a service elevator, but there had been a rash of undead activity earlier on before the attack... So, if what you're saying is true, we could have a necromantic hive somewhere in this city already.

He crossed his arms and his vision seemed to drift as he spoke. He was in strategic mode, and he had to come up with a way to deal with this new information.

We've checked the upper portions of the city and there hasn't been much activity other than a couple of forced entrance attempts. That fact alone leads us to believe that we need to retain the lockdown until we are sure we put an end to this. I'll have the squads in the Underground make a special note to report anything strange or out of the ordinary. Many of my troops are already down there and I can have them relay the message to other patrols.

He uncrossed his arms and they moved to his side where his radio was kept. He picked it up, tuned it to his troops' frequency, and let loose with the news.

Listen up everyone, this is Briggs. I've just recieved word that we may have a necromantic hub somewhere in the city. The topside seems pretty clean other than the attempts to enter the city you've all heard about. I want you all to keep a lookout for ANYTHING strange that could possibly be a sign of undead activity. Keep a clip of light rounds with you at all times, and stay alert. I want you to spread this message to the other teams down there, and if possible, talk to the other teams about anything strange they might have seen while down there. It may help us determine where the hub could be located. Briggs over and out.

He replaced his radio and looked back towards the woman.

I hope that helps them... Either way, how about you and I get some food, and try to figure out if I can help you or not.

And so, the spellsword would be walking around right in the middle of the empty streets. He'd head directly for one of the elevators to topside.

You there!! Freeze!! Hands where we can see them!

He'd just run into a rather large patrol group of nearly twenty men, each one armed with rifles. One man stood with no weapon in the back of the group...


*loud screaching alarm goes off*

If Lillith were to look down near her feet, she'd see two very tiny devices on either side of the elevator doors. They looked almost like smoke detectors, except this was only in appearance. In reality, they were arcana detectors. Designed to go off at the slightest hint of magic in their area. And as it turned out, the entire Underground was FULL of them in various places. The guards had been awfully busy while she was away... What other traps lay hidden in the Underground, were to remain a secret for now...

And then as soon as the last sylibal was uttered, the entire area lit up in a flash of light.


So the lightning bolt would rip into the crowd without any warning at all; No static charge in the air of an energy build-up, no somatic hand motions, no incantaions, it was instantaneous, and all he did was continue to take his walk. For those who would survive a direct lightning strike, they'd still have to worry about the ammunition going off and all that jazz.

Oh, his hands were clearly visible. They were at his sides holding weapons. He never bothered to lift them or anything.