Movement Phase I
The old man looked up at Kill Fire, and smiled. "I am pondering your cause for being here. I assume you seek the Godslayer Blade. The legend says that Kylorin, father of the Amurites, had to assemble it from several pieces..."
Lady Renata pushed against the rock with all of her might, but it hardly moved. It would require inhumane strength to tip the rock off the well.
The Infernal Autolycus leans cautiously out over the spikes to secure the bow and arrows. After safely getting a grip on the quiver, he loses his balance, and one of the spikes catch him, but he quickly retracts himself, the bow and arrows with him.
sprig dashed nonchalant to the corpse of the goblin, picked up the spear and threw it at the giant rat, lodging it securely right above the head of the beast. As he closed in to finish the apparently lethally wounded creep, it used its last strength to bite fiercely into his leg, on the side of his knee, and he quickly swung his weapon with brutal force, seperating the head of the beast from the rest, before distangling himself from the jaws of the rodent and pick up the paper.
It seemed to be a map of the dungeon, where some of the rooms were marked. Above, it read: "Shrines of The Loste Catacombes." The rooms marked were 10, 14, 15, 16, 21, 22 28 and 30.
The Svartalfar rhawn sifted quickly through the rubble when he stopped upon what appeared to be a small flask, filled with a clear, teal liquid. He quickly recognized one of the most common healing balms, and secured it.
The Elohim Catharsis decided to take a short nap after the long walk to the dungeon, resting against a wall while adoring the beautiful plants of the room.
The Malakim cindle searched through some of the graves, but came upon nothing of interest.
The Calabim Seon, who had shed the first blood of the adventurers went over to pick up the poisoneous spear of his slain foe, before taking the decorated iron weapon off the wall. As soon as his hand closed around the handle of the weapon, Seon felt a strange surge in his body, and it was as if his blood began to boil. His eyes narrowed, suddenly reddened by the curse the sword held.
His roar of rage was heard through the entire dungeon. It was the bloodthirsty cry that the fanatics of Aeron would applaud. Over the entire dungeon, the adventurers felt their blood freeze in terror at the sound. Even the Infernal adventurer looked doubtful. Seon sniffed the air once, and set off in search of battle.
Please send movement orders by Personal Message - as soon as possible.
Seon doesn't need to send anything this round due to the curse.