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Therrin carefully approached the ruins, he didn't really fear what might be in there, but it was better to be cautious.  A man could lose a lot of valuable stuff that way as he'd learnt many times before.  The only weapon he kept on him was a knife, and in truth he kept that as a tool rather than a weapon, he kept his hair short enough to not get in his way.

The ruins didn't look like much, surrounded by trees and most likely completely invisible from above the thick canopy of the forest, they were barely visible on ground level in reality.  He was here on a hunch and his senses told him rightly that there was something magical here, fairly deep too.  His nose told him though that someone else was here, in fact several someone elses.

Carefully studying the forest floor he spotted the tell-tale signs of booted feet, and definitely multiple pairs...difficult to say just how many pairs though.  Therrin followed the trampled pathway up to a stony pathway, some low crumbled walls lay about, barely visible under the growth of plants and then a mound of fresh earth.  It would seem he was tracking other treasure hunters, or maybe opportunistic bandits, he favoured the former due to the location of these ruins.  Very unlikely that any bandits would be this fair away from the commonly travelled paths.

Kneeling at the hole next to the mound of earth he saw a rope tied to a nearby tree dangling down into the darkness, if these people had any light they were carrying it, presuming of course they were still alive.

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Therrin took off his backpack and settled it against the mound of dug up earth.  It was time to get his hands dirty again, although his hands were often dirty anyway.  He pulled on the rope to test it's strength and satisfied that the people who came before had done a good enough job he dropped through the hole in the ruins into darkness.

As he dropped down his eyes automatically adjusted to make use of as much light as possible, his vision shifting into a kind of colourless version of the world about him, a change that still took him by surprise afte all the years he'd been wandering.  Oddly it kind of made his vision better not just for seeing in the dark, but objects seemed more focused, more defined for not having their usual colour.  It had it's downsides though, everything being in greyscale made things less pleasant to look at, a fine painting, or carefully drawn image on a scroll, he often found murals in underground ruins and such, but always relied on his nightvision and thus rarely saw them as they had been intended.

The drop was longer than he'd expected, but the rope was plenty long enough and his feet finally touched the bottom of what turned out to be a large chamber, the light of day merely a pinprick above him.  Looking around he guessed he was in some gathering hall, wooden benches lay about in disarray mostly rotten and broken with time. 

Now things were a little trickier, the dust in the air made sniffing out the people already here a little harder and he couldn't even see any boot marks on the floor.  The chamber had several exits too so this could be interesting, or perhaps not as he might not cross their path.  Looking at the dangling rope though he wondered now if this was such a good idea, but they'd made an entrance for him and he hoped that it would remain an exit.

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Sniffing the air again Therrin noted a faint smell of blood, a kind of coppery fragrance.  That did not bode well, fresh blood meant someone was injured, perhaps worse.  Sniffing the air more he followed the smell, it was the best lead he had now as he wandered down a corridor that looked little different to any of the other corridors of the chamber, especially given his darkvision.

This was clearly the right way as the smell of the blood got stronger as he walked along, there was the hint of a burnt out torch now too.  It struck him at this point that the people who dug the hole and placed the rope into it were not likely to be using it again, this hopefully allowed him the freedom to take his time down here, but he worried at the cause of the death he was sure he was smelling.

The first body he found down a hole impaled upon spikes, a pit trap.  It was a classic one, but easy to miss if you were not prepared, the pit was a little too deep and the spikes damaging enough for him to be able to make out much detail on the body, it didn't look like a bandit though.  The next body was much further down the hall, again he spotted the danger easily, small holes in the walls and a slightly raised floor plate, pushing the plate now did nothing, but he saw several darts laying about.  Carefully picking up one of the darts and giving it a sniff revealed something unpleasant, a poison of some kind he guessed.

The next body was a rather gruesome sight, pointed wooden spears had shot up from the ground, the poor woman impaled.  Therrin noted that someone had performed a mercy killing on her, finishing her off more swiftly than the injuries from the poles would have done, she was dressed plainly like the second body, some kind of scholar he guessed.

That however meant there were more, he shook his head.  Some amateur treasure hunters he was assuming or archaeologists wholly unprepared for the dangers of ruins that still possessed active traps.

Continuing further he was initially puzzled as he came to what appeared to be a blank wall, the corridor simply stopped.  This couldn't be it could it?

Of course not, the wall itself was another trap of sorts.  Therrin studied the wall itself, then the walls of the corridor, ah, there it was, a tiny hole just big enough for a finger, he pushed his in, felt resistance and pushed harder.  Therrin was rewarded with the noise of the blocking wall lifting upwards, it was quite a large wall, and heavy too, evidenced by the much flattened ex-person the wall had been hiding, at this point even Therrin's constitution was challenged and he had to gulp several times and focus as he moved past the trap and avoided activating any more pressure plates.

For now that was it though, no more traps that he could tell, no more bodies.  Therrin was unsure if that meant he'd found them all, or if the rest of the party were elsewhere, the smell of the blood from the bodies he passed was still too strong to know what might be ahead.

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The man would continue to smell death among the pillars, which would be the only fresh scent lingering in the dank darkness. And the only noise would surely be his own. But as luck would have it (or perhaps, unluck), another noise would be heard. And the sound was irradict, and muffled.

But it wasn't the first time she found herself in this predicament, though she sorely hoped the time before would have been the last! Either way, the young woman trapped in her stone sarcafagi was no longer dead, for her once dead body had reanimated. Dust turned to longs and with lings, flesh and breath. And with that came life, awareness... And soon panic.

Sure, she normally would 'go to sleep' in her coffin when she went through a dead spell, but goodness, she normally did not lock her own coffin shut! For Averella, (or is so the name she goes by now), knew of her cycles and new when the death one was approaching. After all, the feeling of her insides decomposing was most unpleasant. But it seemed her most shocking part of her life and death cycles was when she came back to life.

It was hard to explain, but to suddenly awaken from nothing for several moons was not something to just easily get over, millenia having past that she had gone through this or not!

But for now she could only cry out from her stone imprisonment and bang her palms against the lid and just hopped someone would open up!
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Therrin's journey though the underground ruins was starting to feel like a waste of time, like with the bodies he'd passed that had lost their lives for what seemed to be nothing, but then there was still plenty of this old place to search.  In the darkness there was however a feeling of curious familiarity, like he'd been here before, but his memory failed to give him much more than that.

Then he heard mumbles noises, several in fact.  In this place echoes were highly likely, but it was clear to him he was hearing 2 separate sets of noises at a junction of corridors, on seemed to be a set of noises, people talking he figured.  That answered one question, the group of people was still a group with 2 or more survivors.

Down the other corridor...a pounding noise...maybe a cry of some sort, it was very muted and difficult to make out but he reckoned a single person.  He didn't think for too long about it, the group he guessed could take care of themselves, but the other person may need his help, or to be swiftly dispatched, one was certainly easier than several.

Therrin followed the light noise to a surprisingly homely room, unusual for the age of the ruin it was relatively well kept although still aged, there was even an intact wardrobe here.  In the middle of the room was a sarcophagus, resting on top was some kind of supportive beam that had failed in it's responsibility.

This game Therrin pause, generally the only thing likely to be trying to get out of a sarcophagus was one of the undead, but the way the occupant was crying out suggested a level of panic the undead normally didn't possess.  He didn't fear the undead anyway, his own immortality usually made him an uninteresting prospect anyway, he'd let a vampire bite him once just to see what happened.  His blood "cured" the vampire...well...partially, it made the creature's heart beat, but inside a decayed and dead body which resulted in true death for the creature.  The look of surprise had been quite funny at the time though.

He shook himself out of his memory and then took position at one end of the beam, placing his arms around it he strained.  Damn it was heavy, the thing was made out of stone rather than wood, how the rest of the room's ceiling hadn't fallen in he didn't know.  With another strain his wolf-kin blood kicked in, he felt his muscles thicken and the hair on his skin get thicker, the beam started to move.  Even with his enhanced strength it was almost too much, but eventually he managed to slide the beam off the sarcophagus, it made a lot of noise though which he was certain the party of adventurers would hear and he suspected that those that were left were more likely to be the hired guards rather than scholars.

With the beam now off the lid he proceed to start lifting the lid to see who, or what was inside.

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The second she heard something scrape at the top of her coffin made her pause. Holding her breath, she tried to listen to who or what had created the noise. She hoped it was a human rather than a monster, or some sort of hungry undead. But as she held her breath she found it difficult to hear over the pounding of her heart.

But then the scraping paused for a moment and her eyes slowly surveyed the ceiling.
"Umm.. Hello?" she began to say, though she said it softly, and just when the beam was pushed away. The noise was intense and made her grit her teeth As her hands shot to her ears when suddenly the dull light of the crypt washed over her.

Blinking timidly, she peered outside of the partially lifted lid and could barely make out the outlined form of a man.she breathed a sigh of relief.

"Oh! I thought I'd be stuck in there for days!" she exclaimed. "Please.. If you could just remove the rest of my coffin's lid..."
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Therrin looked down at the young woman he'd just released, she was no vampire that was for sure, she didn't smell right for one of the undead, plus being locked in a sarcophagus like she was she wouldn't look this pretty...or at least he assumed she was pretty, the greyscale vision of his made some things harder to determine, but "young" and "pretty" were good enough.

"Lady, it would be a pleasure, but if it hadn't been for me you may never have got out, the name is Therrin, Therrin Cortise." He said as he hefted the remaining part of the lid off.

There was something familiar about the girl, he felt like he should know her for some reason, but the memory evaded him, locked like much of his past in a blurred cloud that refused to lift.  As much as he wanted to try and figure out what the girl was doing inside the sarcophagus, judging by the room itself it hadn't been the adventurers that trapped her here, but simply misfortune of the age of the ruins and perhaps some dodgy construction work.

"Haste might be advised, there are some people exploring these ruins and I have not yet judged their intentions or abilities, but some of their party have met grisly ends in the traps that have been laid about this place."

Therrin was well spoken given his rough appearance, and well mannered as he offered a hand to the young woman to help her out.

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"Oh?" She blinked curiously and accepted his hand. But as it always was when she first 'awakens', her body felt awkward and stiff,and the only bits of clothing she wore were the scraps of decaying cloth that had bound her during her death cycle. So when she attempted to take a step outside of the box, her legs seemed to fail her as she tripped, and fell forward into the man.
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"Whoah there, careful there, that first steps a tricky one." Therrin said as the girl stumbled into his arms, the tatters of cloth falling from her body as she impacted with him.  Her slight weight was not a problem at all even without his enhanced strength, but even in the gloom of the underground ruins his greyscale vision was now taking in a rather attractively formed young woman and was glad of the darkness and his thick beard as he felt the blood of embarrassment flood his cheeks.

It wasn't that he'd never spent time with women, but the opportunities were few and far between by his own choosing most of the time, nor did he put much effort into making himself appealing, unkempt beard and generally unwashed smell of one who relied on rivers and streams to clean himself was generally not what women wanted from a man.   Although the last woman he'd had in his arms had been trying to kill him, she was naked too, but completely deranged from eating a root he'd specifically told her not to.

"Umm, right, you okay there?" he asked, whilst still holding her up, she seem a little disorientated and he wasn't sure she'd taken in his warning about the adventurers.

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Brow furrowed, she shook the runes' container again, and emptied the container on to the forest floor, doing her best to ignore the massive hole in the ground beside her. "By the Ancestors.." she hissed as the runes tell her the same thing, as her scattered cards do; that she is meant to go down into that hole. "Perhaps I can go down another time..." she mumbled, as she gathered the runes, shook them, and then tossed them to the ground; the runes deny her attempt at postponing the inevitable. A sound, suspiciously like laughter, comes from the large feline, lounging comfortably on the other side of the hole; he twitched his tail as he looked over at the woman, who is crouched and glaring down at her runes and cards. Stretching, the feline got to all fours and languidly stalked over to the woman, nudged her shoulder, which caused her braid of violet hair to sweep across the staff that was strapped to her back. The woman glanced over her shoulder at the feline, her sea green eyes sparkling with annoyance; the feline flicked his ears forwards, as if to say, "You should know better than to argue with the fates". With a huff, the woman gathered up her runes and cards, and stowed them back into her satchel. "I don't need any of your sass, Twin" she grumbled as she slowly peered over the edge of the hole, she eyed the rope suspiciously.

"You have two choices, I can either carry you down on my back or you can stay up here" she said, as she tugged on the rope, making sure it was secure. The feline, flicked a ear, and with out further ado leaped down into the hole. "By the Ancestors! Ret!" she cried out, as she quickly started climbing down the rope, all the while mumbling furiously under her breath. What seemed like a lifetime, she finally reached the end of the rope, and the bottom of the hole. She took a deep breath, as she glanced up and saw the small light shining, from the opening. Ret nudged her hand, purring and twitching his tail; absentmindedly she patted him on the head with one hand, and the other dug through her satchel.

She pulled an orb, from her satchel, and with a whispered word, it began to emit just enough light to illuminate about 60 feet in all directions, and float into the air. With a stern look, Ret took point, and began to lead the way through the ruins; his tail high in the air, as he carefully led the woman around the recently deceased bodies and traps. The both hesitated at the crushed remains on the ground, with a terrified glance at Ret, she took a deep breathe and shakily began walking again. "What have the Fates gotten me into" she mumbled as she turned down a corridor, her eyes swept all around her as Ret jumped ahead.  The sound of voices ahead, had the two of them slowing slightly, as they edged closer to a door way and peered into a room, where a man and woman were talking. Ret's fur raised, as he stared at the two people in the room, a low growl emitting from him; his tail knocked against the orb, causing it to float further into the room, and leaving him and the woman in the dark. With fear filled squeak, the woman clambered forward, to hurry and get back into the light, not realizing that it had stopped just a few feet from the other two. 

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Any words past this point were easily lost as she found herself caught in the man's powerful arms. And as dizzying as the moment was to find herself so unfortunately and most intimately close to the man, she realized, (and worried) by the smell and feared it was her! After all, she had not known what she smelled like personally, after recomposition of her body, so she did not know she smelled like the scented, wood burned oils that had soaked the  linens that now bound her. 

Though naturally now the scent was much more faded, just like the rags that were falling apart on her body. It was at this realization, that her clothing seemed to he crumbling away that the weak legged woman gasped and found herself fumbling to catch her clothing while still being held supportively by the man.

In turn- his cheeks weren't the only ones that were scarlet. Unfortunately for her, her crimson cheeks were a lot more noticeable. This was turning out to be quite the predicament, and not one she was sure she liked! The man, though polite, appeared quite savage, which only served to confuse her. But he did help, she had to remind herself. But perhaps, for other reasons, she found her tongue tied, for when she opened her lips to speak- not a sound came out. But it was cut short by a noise, which startled her and without thinking, she suddenly clung to the man and peered out into the shadows, only to see just the blobbed darkness of another something as her hold on Therrin tightened.
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Therrin blinked in the sudden light as his day vision returned, the room now awash with colour...sort of, there was only so much colour stone walls could have.  The room held a little more detail now, looking much like a bedroom it was relatimely spartan, but what furniture he could see appeared to be ornate and expensive, albeit very old.  He could now see the girl more clearly as she was no longer various shades of grey, but instead a rather strong shade of beetroot....he guessed due to the same embarrassment that might now show in his own scruffy features.  He coughed and placed the girl behind him, he assumed she had some kind of immortality as he was pretty sure she'd been in the sarcophagus for quite some time, but the power came in many forms and often still allowed for pain, so he chose the protective stance...which took some doing as she gripped him tightly, a sensation he was trying not to focus on.

"Show yourself, light orbs don't just appear from nowhere." He said, his senses telling him of a feline presence and something else he couldn't readily identify.

Raevyn

Ret put himself in between the strangers and the woman, pressing himself against her legs; his low growl, caused the hairs on the woman's arms to raise. She cursed under her breath, and with a quick hand gesture, she caused the orb to float higher, and shine brighter; helping everyone in the room see one another even better. 

From past experience, she quickly released her staff from her back, and gripped it tightly; her stance stiff as she quickly glanced over the two. Not registering the small female as a threat, her attention zeroed in on the bearded male. Her tail unwrapped from around her waist, and swayed into position at her back. "I didn't realize anyone else was in the ruins" she lied, really hating the fact that runes decided to tell her to go down into hole.

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Her eyes hurt a bit as they adjusted to the light, but seeing the woman and small cat, her grip loosened. They seemed harmless enough, but from the man's warning tone about the explorers lurking here, she could only deduce this cat lady was one of them.
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"Uh-huh" Therrin said "So the recently dug mound of earth, my backpack laying against it, the rope dangling into the hole and the several freshly killed corpses that you must have passed to get here didn't evidence that someone else was already here?" He said.

Whilst it was difficult with the arms around him, a little looser now but still there Therrin adopted a looser stance, he noticed the new woman seemed a little stiffer in her position, it told him of a person wary of combat, but the positioning of her hands on the staff also taught him she knew how to use it, a curious combination, but still a man shouldn't be overconfident of his foe even if like himself he couldn't come to any real harm, still paid to know how to defend oneself...or another if need be.

He still hadn't quite made up his mind on if this female was a foe, however the question lay perhaps unanswered as voices drifted down the corridor from the opposite side of the T junction.

"I 'erd a noise Ferril" said one male loudly.

"You sure Gritch?" said another

"'es not 'earin fings, I 'erd a crash or somefin, i t'were down this way" said what might be a female voice, but could have been a male with a higher pitch.

3 people...possibly more were coming to investigate the noise that Therrin had made when he moved the support beam off the sarcophagus, and they'd see the light before anything else which might give something away, Therrin looked at the light globe and then he grabbed it and stuffed it inside the nearby wardrobe, which he noted was full of fairly ancient tatters that once may have been clothes but were now beyond recognition.  The room was once more darkened, which also illuminated the torches the approaching adventurers were carrying somewhere not so distant down the corridor.

Raevyn

Zaramay squeaked as her orb was unceremoniously stuffed into a wardrobe, but before she could give the man a tongue lashing, she heard those approaching down the hall, "Curse the Fates for sending me down this blasted hole" she hissed, as she moved into a position to where she would be able to keep the two already in the room, and those approaching the room.  "Ret, be ready" she said, her voice hard as steel.

She glanced over in the general direction where she could only guess the others were, "Look, you are right. I was aware that others were down here, but I didn't come down by choice. If you don't mean me and Ret harm, we don't mean you any harm....Can we have the light back?" her voice was small, near the end; her fear of the dark causing her voice to turn squeaky.

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Though fearful herself, she too was not liking being in the dark. Her weight shifted, a hand moving to rest higher up on the man's arm now as she hesitated before saying, "Perhaps.. that would be the best?" Despite not knowing precisely what was going on here, she did not like the idea of any more surprises coming at them in the dark.
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"We won't be in the dark long ladies, I just want to avoid these people believing that someone is already here by having light showing when they get close, we won't be in the dark for long."

This was an odd situation already for Therril, he'd been planning on simply looking around for some clue to his past, instead he rescues a woman that he still knows next to nothing about from a sarcophagus and shortly after that bumps into another woman scavenging the ruins, the place was hardly small.  What's more is that both these women were attractive, although his own tastes lead more towards the one he'd rescued from the sarcophagus rather than the more aggressive woman with the cat.  Now was hardly the best of times to be thinking of this stuff though.

"You get yourself behind the Sarcophagus." He said directing Avarelle with his hands knowing that her vision was reduced again. "You with the cat stand on the other side of door, I figure you're not with them so for the moment we're allies and we can sort stuff out once we've rid ourselves of these people, you saw the corpses, I believe these to be mercenaries who decided to rid themselves of their employers and take what treasure they could instead of protect their charges, wouldn't be the first time I've come across that situation." Therril commanded.

Something struck him as familiar about this situation, more-so than any other time he'd taken advantage of the dark against unknown foes, in fact it was something to do with the woman from the sarcophagus he was sure, but couldn't put his finger on it.  He couldn't shake the feeling that he should know her.

Raevyn

"Right" Zaramay said, she moved to stand where the bearded man commanded, with a gesture she directed Ret to stand opposite of her, and dropped into a crouch; replacing her staff with a pair of daggers, that she drew from her boots.

After this she would find a cabin in some far off woods, bury her runes and cards, and hide from the world. She was getting weary of the Fates yanking her this way and that; bending her to their wants.

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Averella wrung her hands and looked around helplessly in the dark.
"Do you think hiding is a good idea? If they prove unfriendly... This room has no other exits," she warned, and reluctantly began to back away towards her coffin.
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I ran the Connlaothian civil war. For more info, check out it's page here. The war has now turned into a 'Cold War' with it's plotting page found here. It's no longer a huge site wide event but the scars are there.

My currently active characters:
Grand Duke Calent Allarrick // Aella Coleridge // Blaith Harmond // Kella Harmond  // Hope Allarrick // Krah Mordeth // Mehtwald Allaen // Zannrick Austengarde // Katahnia Harmond // Jinai Rinstgate  // Leif Arrant // Dekka Blade  // Kentamin Dhelsbar  // Dahnny Quills  // Victoria Armani  // Ohna Waitsmith  // Jarrett L'isson  // Trest Arristaire  // Clayton "Jack-in-the-Box" Wilson // Cullen  //  Vels // Shay // Killian  // Fluke  // Mellesta // Danning // Petrin // Gavriella // Dornsley // Miersck // Aelith // Iyla // Angel // Ellarrah // Persea Ah'nikh // Phone // Jace // Ne'friss // Opus Dey // Lord Amalin // Ehvren // Narophne // Edward // Dehzrehn // Chase Vander // Valeska // Jayo //Layana // Rezvek // Red Sun // Harmanaija // Mirajah // Liana // Oska //Hay-gee // Beatrice // Ninn // Dao'bachpa //Pao'orha // Mae'leena // Davishire // Davina// Gemla // Hyathia //Thethysis // Urd // Missendria // Ina-herit // Feni'tat // Phen // Evelyn // Kell // Striker // Ithica // Connor // Vlint // The Gambler // Lord Aegis // Thomas // Quince // Althea // Vaeyna // Ihlsepar Asawa'eht // Krazxick // Djchastese // Katoma // Na'o // Moonlight // Bluesong //Caollette // Artemis // Arrick // Evetta //Jackal // Winston //Lenny // Anphis // Hebara //Ibra // Dre'hn // Veride // Arthund // Kao

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