06-25-2009, 05:13 AM
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The door was solid brass and contained engravings of arcane glyphs. Beyond it laid treasures that Tiberius only dreamed. Somehow, he knew he had to separate from Marcus long enough to seal his fate. Perhaps something within the chamber held something he could use.
Damn Sarrsian runes.
Marcus obviously didn't recognize the symbols etched in the door as Tiberius did, otherwise he may not have called upon the wretch. Glancing back, he saw Marcus motion for him to hurry up... with the crossbow. Turning his attention back to the doorway, he read what little he could.
The strangely flowing script danced across the surface giving way little information to the old Necrordinator. Riddles, rules, a message of blood rites and daggers drawn. Warnings for those who dared to trespass and those who did not belong.
Belong to the order! The words were there. The message was clear. Only members of the order were allowed entry. I have him beat!
As collected as he seemed, Marcus was becoming impatient. The vermin was in his sights and he couldn't just finish it. He was vulnerable yet his usefulness prevented his death yet again. Tiberius was always resourceful or lucky and Marcus knew it too well. Marcus quietly cursed as he watched the old man study the door.
How long did he wait? Five minutes? Ten? For a moment, he could swear he heard a noise in the passage behind him. It was likely the young couple now reunited. That boy was full of surprises, he thought to himself. He somehow roused the girl back into control which gave them more breathing room than they could hope. Whatever Balthus planned to do was temporarily squelched.
Up ahead, Tiberius glanced back, his face held a look of distress. Marcus glared right back to push him forward. Tiberius had a mission to accomplish and Marcus wasn't going to him even the slightest edge. Turning back towards the door, the old man paused for a moment. And then walked straight through the brass obstacle as if it were a mere fog.
And then he was gone.
The door was solid brass and contained engravings of arcane glyphs. Beyond it laid treasures that Tiberius only dreamed. Somehow, he knew he had to separate from Marcus long enough to seal his fate. Perhaps something within the chamber held something he could use.
Damn Sarrsian runes.
Marcus obviously didn't recognize the symbols etched in the door as Tiberius did, otherwise he may not have called upon the wretch. Glancing back, he saw Marcus motion for him to hurry up... with the crossbow. Turning his attention back to the doorway, he read what little he could.
The strangely flowing script danced across the surface giving way little information to the old Necrordinator. Riddles, rules, a message of blood rites and daggers drawn. Warnings for those who dared to trespass and those who did not belong.
Belong to the order! The words were there. The message was clear. Only members of the order were allowed entry. I have him beat!
As collected as he seemed, Marcus was becoming impatient. The vermin was in his sights and he couldn't just finish it. He was vulnerable yet his usefulness prevented his death yet again. Tiberius was always resourceful or lucky and Marcus knew it too well. Marcus quietly cursed as he watched the old man study the door.
How long did he wait? Five minutes? Ten? For a moment, he could swear he heard a noise in the passage behind him. It was likely the young couple now reunited. That boy was full of surprises, he thought to himself. He somehow roused the girl back into control which gave them more breathing room than they could hope. Whatever Balthus planned to do was temporarily squelched.
Up ahead, Tiberius glanced back, his face held a look of distress. Marcus glared right back to push him forward. Tiberius had a mission to accomplish and Marcus wasn't going to him even the slightest edge. Turning back towards the door, the old man paused for a moment. And then walked straight through the brass obstacle as if it were a mere fog.
And then he was gone.