Swirls of hot air thick with the smell of rotting flesh sweep and wash through the caverns all covered in dim light from nowhere.
Ahead are, screams and calls that echo. Torturous sounds from some active group that must be a hundred at least in number.
Temple squinted at him, "Anklebitter, only weaklings apologize." She growled as a weird feeling came over her.
Little did Temple know, Oddir slid a bowl under her, collectiong her blood. 'Let's hope this works" Odd ir said as he begun to finish drawing the circle. Dipping the rune chalk in Temple's blood, he began to draw the rune. The inscriptions read "By this blood, giventhy the strength and spped of the Wolf of the Moon." The rune glowed a crimson red as magical grew into the form of a ball on energy, which then flung itself to Temple.
[I rolled a 7, Failure rolled a 6. The enchantments boost Temple's strength and speed, but at a cost with some of her mind.]
"Temple, hold it please, your bleeding and its no time for us to fight each other." he said trying to wisher. "I was in the wrong I am sorry."
"YES I AM INSANE!" Temple screeches as she turns to look at the Resveld. A sudden anger overcomes and she forgets the pain in her leg and arm.
Temple growls loudly at the Meladrin. Then limping towards the sound, spinning her blades. A fire burning inside of her chest. "Idiots!" She snorts as she thinks of the remark.
Giving a smirk, Oddir replied "Oh no, not at all Lord Minos, we just got lost in this hell of a cave. If you could kindly show us the way out, that'll be nice. If not, I'll send me pet wolf on ya." He gestured to Temple.
“Who enters the Halls of Minos?” The voice screeches over ears, a painful sound. “Do you come to be judged?”
"Ignorance." She snorts. Temple pulled her curved midnight black daggers from her sides, spinning them in her hands. Speckles of light sparkles over them, her eyes squinted as she watched them. A small growl sounding from her throat. The cut on her arm was beginning to bleed more as the stitching became undone. "Let's go, but since there is an arrow tip in my leg I may not move as fast."
"Nice to meet you, now...let us be on our way, we have work to be done" Oddir stated as he slammed his staff down. From the tip, fire had begun to spring to life, purging the darkness from the surrounding area. He turned to Temple and Ronin and moved his had, beckoning to follow as he ventured deeper into the cave, searching for the source of the pain.
Covering his noise "Yes, again" he tells her and walks over to the melardrin. "My name is Ronin, But we should get going" He said drawing his sword and walking forward.
"Temple," She said shortly. The Meladrin looked as no one she had ever seen before. "Just guilt." She muttered to herself looking around at the cold cave walls, yells and screeches bouncing from wall to wall.
Somehow, Oddir, along with two others he had never met, appeared in a location with the appearance of a cave. Death and suffering drown the air and the ground as screams of agony are heard. Giving out a heavy sigh, he turns to the two, who have already begun to bicker, and said "Well, ain't this a fine situation we are in eh? Before you two kill each other, mind telling me your names? Mine is Oddir."
"Again?!" Temple snorts as she sees the Templar Resveld.