A couple days later, the group team stood infront of a ruined building just outside the city walls. The air was tense and the group was preparing themselves both physically and mentally before they were about to emabark on a dangerous mission. Maris took the time to do some stretches before praying. Sylra bounced around in place and sook her body. Kael went through his spellbook with adamant eyes. And Elron with his helm tucked under his arm, stared at the staircase the decessended into the depths of the unknown.

Elron asked, “Did we ever get a count of how many?”

Slyra jumped over to him and said, “Outside of the one, no one knows.”

Kael broke from his fixed gaze and said, “It’s most certainly more than one. Lets just hope he’s the strongest one in there.”

Elron holding a serious expression, turned to Maris and asked, “Any chance the church would send us aid for this particular part of the quest?”

She stood up from a knelling position and said, “The church nor the city government are willing to send troops in.”

Slyra mumbled, “Corrupt fuckers.”

“They posted the job. I’m sure they care,” said Kael with doubt in his voice.

Elron dawned his helmet, let out a heavy breath, and asked, “Are we ready?”

Maris joined them and said, “Gather round for prayer before we enter please.”

The group, now accusumsted to her religious ferver and ways of spell casting, joined in next to her. She began to chant loudly, as if she wanted those below to hear us coming. It was a short chant, yet the effects were anything but amazing. Theres bodys were bathed a radiant glow that dimmed and left them with a sense of greater strength.

When they thought they were done, they wern’t and she began to chant another spell again. Kael and Elron understood many of the words she spoke, yet not enough to cast the spells, and even if they did, they did not have the connection to any god or goddess that Maris had. Slyra on the other hand, felt slightly annoyed by having to sit through the foreign sermon for a second time.

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Nearly as long the first one, the spell came and went, leaving a much different feeling. Everyone felt their bodies swell. Elron visably through his shoulders back more and stood up straighter. He felt is if he could be ran over by a horse and pop right back up.

“Boring to sit through, yet never unpleasant. Thanks Maris,” said Slyra.

She smiled and placed her hand on her head and said, “You’re welcome child.”

“I’m twenty years old! I’m no child,” said Slyra with a slight pout.

Kael butted in and said, “That’s a child in our book, ha.”

Elron forced a smile and said, “Oh, stop teasing here. You both know we age differently than you two,” and he began to walk forwards the steps.

As the group deceased into the darkness, they treaded lighly, taking each step with precaution. The steps were narrow and slick, yet that wasn’t their only worry. They excepted the worst inside this place, and they could feel it as they went down the staircase. There was a level of manelevance that clung to them, as if it were trying to take what good they had in them away.

Kael lit his torch and Slyra immediately made comment.

Slyra having looked up from checking the walls for traps asked, “Explain to me why we need a torch again?”

He shifted to look at her up at the front and said, “Magic’s a bitch. There’s your answer. I’m not explaining it in detail again just for us to have this same stupid conversation again.”

Elron who was behind her placed his hand on her should before she went berserk and said, “It drains magic and can be shut off, unlike that of a torch.”

Her expression instantly changed and she said, “See, why can’t you just explain it like that to me, Kael.”

Maris who was in the very front said, “I feel something sinister a head.”

She planted her tower shield down infront of the group nearly covering up the whole hall that they had just moved down and the sounds of clacking became apparent. It started out as just a trickle but as soon as they saw dozens of red eyes coming down the corridor, the clacking became insidious. Before they knew it, dozens of undead skeletons armed with rusty swords, daggers, and clubs smashed into Maris’s shield.

Some were so brittle, that the impact of the rush shattered themselves on the hard shield, yet that didn’t stop their persistence as they reconized the living were before them. They try to jab and swing at Maris behind the shield to no avail, yet they persisted without tire.

Slyra and Elron, barley able to stand shoulder to shoulder, stabbed and pushed at the wave of skeltons that tried to squeeze around Mari’s imposing blockade. After a few minutes the team was able to bring down enough for Maris to push he shield forward and swing her mace to deadly effect. Once she had enough room to move, the fight was over in a near instant. Nothing but shattered bone and dust laid beneath their feet.

Maris stepped on a human skull, crushing it, and said, “Truely vile things. I’m glad they are returned to their proper state of being now.”