Desperation calls for certain measures

[Cherry Blossom Fan]

Volgana eased his sights onto the head of a walking skeleton, yes a walking skeleton. With a quick double tap of his finger he sent two bullets belching from the tip of his gun. The two bullets slammed into the side of the skeletons skull and knocked it off clean. In one swift motion, Volgana had slipped the shell casings into his pocket, slung his gun over his shoulder, jumped over the headstone he had been using as a gun mount, and drew his sword. In one quick and clean slice he finished the other skeleton that had been walking right by the other one. He sheathed his sword and dropped to the ground. He crawled to the next tombstone and placed huis back against the faded and weathered stone.

He screwed on his silencer and loaded a clip into the bottom of his rifle. He peeked around the cornor of the tomb stone and scouted out his next move. He noticed a tomb about 200 yards to his left and a crypt to his right that sat about 300 yards away. Between him and the tomb was a group of five zombies, two skeletons, a lynch and a few bone dogs. Between him and the crypt was three zombies, three lyches, and a pack of skeletons. He noticed a small pack of bone dogs waundering near by also. Two shots for the dogs, zombies, and skeletons and four for the lyches. Twenty-two shots for the first group and twenty-eight for the second. He could half that number if he could make it to the tomb before the second group came.

[dain]

High up in the sky was a descending form of the night, dark cloth swaying all around the figure, and a sleek blade perched gently amidst the deathweave of the cloak. A complete obsidian back sheath glimmered briefly as its surface caught the effluent rays of light around, its sinister intention seeming overt yet devious at the same instant.

The cloaked form drifted down as a soled foot tapped against a blighted tree, the figure vanishing completely in a sea of laden smoke. Above Volgana, one could hear the screaming of a blade as silent slices dressed the undead creatures in the msot expensive lavishings one could offer. Rest. Break. The assassin made quick work of the twenty-eight shot idoled victims as the undead stood for only a second until cracks turned to tears then to clean slices upon their flesh-scattered bones. The zombies stopped their horrific moaning of veangance toward those living as the flesh of their heads seemed to start peeling off, as the entire lump of brain matter fell with a splat on the ground. The only creature left standing was the lich, or lynch, as it swayed its bleachy fingers in the air. The creature has sighted Volgana in his hide.

However, where had the cloaked reaper disappeared to? This man, beast - or even more so - demon, now crouched upon the rim of a tombstone; looking down at Volgana. A bare, tanned hand reached up and swung back the hood covering the assassin's face...

"Hey there, Volgana! I saw your opposition and decided to butt-in a bit, do you mind? I'm sure there are more than where those came from. I left you the lich." Dain pointed, a smile crooked upon his face as he slid Necro'yondul into its back-sheath.

[Cherry Blossom Fan]

"Long time no see Dain. Thanks. You just saved me some shells." Volgana said as he swung his barrel around and tapped the trigger four times. Four bullets belched from his barrel and slammed into the side of the lynches head, decapitating the head from the body. As the rotten hands grasped for where its head had once been Volgana turned to look at Dain. "SO what brings you here tonight."

[dain]

"I needed dinner and decided to sate my hunger with a bit of undead killing. It really hits the gut like the gritty taste of bonemeal in the morning."

Dain then pointed over to a tomb forward from their current position, and lowered his hand to indicate a place.

"Also, I heard some rumors of certain things in that tomb. Sparked my interest a bit, you might say. I've always been interested in the carvings of the old faith in those tombs. The inscriptions might reveal hidden locations, teachings... maybe even artifacts. I come here often, but I haven't hit on these tombs. Remember, it isn't graverobbing if you don't have a shovel in hand." Dain explained, stepping softly over to the stone door of the tomb.

The tomb was very large, one could tell form the size of its dome. The building on the surface was just an entry room, or welcoming room, and the real crypt continued down until one finally reached the undercroft, where valuables were stored by the ancestors of those deceased. Though, since the undead walked around these tombs, that only indicated one thing. There was something cursed here. Dain removed his cloak to reveal a black-clothed outfit that stuck to his musclely form, preventing the chance of his fabric catching on something. He worked aorund the sonte door immediately, scrutinizing the large carved-in diamond-shape on the front and the sides. There was always a switch, ever since the method of convience was born.

[Cherry Blossom Fan]

Volgana slipped his gun behind his back and walked towards the tomb. "A item of interest. Sounds like fun." Volgana said looking at the door of the tomb. A cry in the sky was head above and Volgana looked up to see his falcon flying above. A small package was in her mouth along with a black duffle bag.


"Thank you my darling." Volgana said as he caught the duffle bag and the package. He took of his cloak, shirt and shoes, leaving only his pants on. He opened the duffle bag and pulled out a black shirt with the sleeves missing. It was adorned with a falcon swirling around a dragon. He clipped on a black belt with a small pouch on the back. He attached a small bag to his back and clipped a sheath onto his leg. He laced up a pair of padded shoes that wouldn't make as much noise as his boots would on the stone.

Packing his clothes in the duffle bag and clipping his sword to his side he stroked the head of the falcon before sending her off with the duffle bag. "Okay, I am ready. Sorry for any inconvience."

[dain]

"Heh, no, none at all." Dain said quickly as he went to one side of the tomb door and knocked lightly on the outside, a sound coming from the stone which indicated a hollow layer. With a punch, Dain broke through the thin stone and clutched a handle which he turned, the door swinging open soundlessly on unknown hinges.

"Perfect. This place looks almost... immaculate."

All around inside the dome of the tomb was a golden ceiling adorned with rubies, and a spiral of pure silver going down through the middle of the room, the silver rippling and swirling as though alive. Dain tapped the entity, giving off a low grunt as he smiled.

"An essence. Very interesting. This silver is actually aqueous, it is a liquid. Magic suspends it in this sort of pillar, and lets the liquid flow. That makes for this magnificent sight here. I havent' seen an essence in a while, more or less, one of silver." Dain commented as he rounded about the room, looking at the symbols and inscriptions.
"Writings of the Ferun, a race of humanoid fish-like people. I have never seen a tomb for this race before, usually they stick to underwater reefs. This is quite rare. No wonder everything is so... lavish." Dain commented once more as he arrived to the door, opening it only to see a blank, suspended wall of water in front of him.

"I guess I spoke too soon..." He said outloud, looking at the wall of water before him.

"And now I see... it IS underwater. When we get underwater."

[Cherry Blossom Fan]

Volgana's eyes grew wide as he looked inside at the lavish tomb. It was unlike anything he had ever seen before. He walked over to the swirling silver and started to poke it. "I wonder if I could bottle up any of this. I would like to further examine it." Volgana said.

He walked over to the wall of water and looked at it wth wonder. "So how are we going to get through this. We are not fish and we can't hold our breath for two long."

[dain]

"Well, that's the glory of the entire thing. This water isn't exactly like regular water. It's liquid oxygen. In other words, a two-atomed oxygen in the liquid state. Very interesting. We should be able to breathe every now and then in short gulps through our mouths. But not through our noses. Well... let me be the first then..."

Dain approached the liquid cautiously, poking a finger in first, then as he slowly put his body in, he took a breath; and plunged all the way in. He turned around to Volgana and motioned him to come with his hand, then started walking forward. One could see bubbles floating from Dain's mouth as he walked, him taking in short gulps of the liquid to sustain his oxygen flow. The stomach would break down the liquid oxygen in a fast manner, releasing the gas, which is swallowed again and into the lungs. Almost like a reverse respiration.

[Cherry Blossom Fan]

Volgana followed him into the liquid taking small gulps of the liquid through his mouth. It was a werid sensation. It almost tickled his throat going down. He started to get use to the sensation as he walked along behind Dain.

[dain]

Dain exited out the other end as he entered another dome the same as the other, yet with a large pit in the middle. He sauntered on over and scouted around the depression in the middle of the floor, gauging depth and length, then looked over to Volgana.

"Well, it seems that no other way out is evident save where we came from and this hole. Where do you think we should go from here?"

[Cherry Blossom Fan]

Volgana walked into the dome and looked down the hole. He saw no other exit but the two. "I guess we go down the hole." Volgana said pulling out a flare. Lighting the tip he dropped it down the hole and watched it fall down to the bottom. "I guess we are going down. No reason to really turn back." With a smile Volgana pulled out a small pully and started to attach it to the stone around the hole.

[dain]

((You get to create the next room, eh?))

Dain completely brushed off Volgana's use of the pulley and looked down the hole for a second, deciding how much magic he should use on the way down.

"Well, see you down below then..."

With that said, Dain took a leap and fell down the hole, floating slowly on his way down. He had solidified the air under his feet, raising the density of the air itself, and thus causing him to slowly lower down. Almost like salt in fresh water. Though, from what Dain could tell, it was a long ride down.

[Cherry Blossom Fan]

Volganan eased down into the hole on a rope that lead to the pully. As he fell he noticed a change in the walls. What was once granite turned to pure marble. Not natural marble, marble that had been shapped. Marble that had been set by human hands. Or atleast human. Volganna landed in a room below that was as dark as night. With a flick of the wriste a flame appeared in Volgana's hands and gave the room a soft glow. A pillar of white crystal sat in the middle of the room. It had seemed that they had landed in a cornor on one side of the room. As soon as the flame sprang into Volganna's hand the pillar of crystal started to shine with a bright white light showin of the rooms decor. Banners of many colors were hung around the walls with no set pattern. Tables of oak and chairs of cherry tree we along a far wall with nothing but two silver cups on top of the table. Volgana looked aroudn and spotted a door on the other side of the room. It was made of oak and had two silver hoops for handles in the middle. "I wonder where we are and where that leads to.