Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140206023248/@comment-12599067-20140209041044

(I wasn't planning on it. I just can't think of a single thing to type including Makoru and Goldy had to leave. Also, I'm doing other things.)

Ardoras, Valrendor, and the other necromancer trotted down staircases and corridors deep into the heart of the mountain, cheering and hollering as they swiftly made their way towards the heart of the mountain. No draugr emerged to challenge them, leading Daithi to believe that the necromancers had already rid themselves of the walking dead and had moved on to the goal of finding the phylatrecy deep under the earth. That meant that they had been preparing for this a long time, and that they were more than ready should Daithi strike out at them.

Finally, the three necromancers found their way into a massive chamber at the very center of the mountain. A huge antechamber sat before them, dimly lit by iron braziers and orbs of magelight. Sarcophagi and burial urns had been pried open with their contents spilled on the floor, but the necomancers had no interest in coin or corpse, not now. Many other things caught Daithi's attention, but most important was the massive throne of steel and iron sitting on the opposite side of the room, flanked by faded banners and with a massive stone wall at its back. On the throne sat the head of the necromancers himself.

Novo smiled down at the Achorites who were hard at work, channeling their energy into a single task. At the foot of the throne sat a sarcophagus unlike any Daithi had seen before, made of oak, steel, and stone. Ancient runes covered the top, but some of them were shattering as the Achorites poured their power into destroying the runes and wards that had sealed the tomb. The runes and wards that protected the grave were dispersing at an alarming rate, letting Daithi know that if he wanted to act, now was the time.