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Alvara felt the weight on her arm intensity. She looked down, seeing Tovin holding on Dulirns robes. Her arm began to bleed and she let out a loud wince. Alvara felt the arrow move and that’s when she realized the arrow was no longer in its place....

Alvara watched as the stairs grew further and further away from her. The feeling of falling was familiar to her... she had fallen many times but never, never to save someone. It was usually for saving herself and ditching the others but something took over her... that made her jump to save him. That made her leave her weapons to try and save him.... her weapons?! Alvara soon realized that she was now without weapons, all she had was her fist and a small knife attached to the inside of her boot. She thought to herself that maybe now all she needed was gold not some item of magic, considering this magic was already beyond her. Alvara would tell Dulirn later, but not now. Right now she had to focus on where this thing was taking them...

Moving through the Gait feels strange, like diving head first into warm water, in the gait everything looks like a nights sky filled with northern lights. Ahead you can see a light in the shape of the Gait entrance. As we enter the exit we are spilled out onto a marble tiled floor.

As you look around you realize this is an armory, where at in the tower this may be? You know not. The walls are lined with armor ranging from chain mail to full plait and in nearly every races version. Same with weapons, from dirks and daggers to morning stars to earth breakers. theirs a table in front of you with truly odd items that can only be categorized as miscellaneous, To only describe a few there is a bundle of cloth, a staff that ends in a blade, a quiver with red velvet inside, a couple strips of fabric with runes stitched into them, and a crystal ball.

Tovin stands up from the cold floor and feels for the pulling of the girl, he feels nothing. He trys to look around but the light becomes to much for the Sindrid, he pulls down the cloth to cover his eyes. "What is all this?" Tovin looks to Dulirn. "You know this wizard more than I do,, hell you are a wizard, I wouldn't be surprised to have a room like this in your tower."

Tovin looks over the table and picks up one of the strips of cloth, they seem to all be different colors, Red, Yellow, Blue, Black, White.

"Someday perhaps, Tovin," Dulirn said as he got himself up and straightened his wrinkled robes, then offered a hand to Alvara to help her up off the floor.

He then begins inspecting the items on the table with multiple "hmms" and "oohs" and even a delighted chuckle.

But unlike Tovin, he touches nothing immediately. "It never hurts to be careful with items belonging to powerful wizards, even ones dead for centuries."

Instead, he waves a hand over the table, casting a detect magic spell.

Alvara looks at Dulirns hand for a moment then looked at her own. She grabbed his arm and pulled herself up with his help. Alvara simply nodded, thanking him. As Dulirn talked to Tovin, Alvara quietly walked over to the weapons seeing how beautifully crafted they were. Each piece was perfect and weapons were sharp. Her once blank expression was now happy and excited to see all of the weapons.

Alvara whipped around, turning to Dulirn. “You know... I think instead of that magical item you were offering me” she paused looking at her arm. “I’ll just take gold...” she laughed a bit then looked away from her arm, hoping a distraction would help with the pain. All of this magic was too much, she only knew a few elven spells and could barely even cast those...

Dulirn, as you cast your hand over the items on the table you begin to feel the aura of each one. They all exude a magical presence of some form. You suddenly feel an additional aura, that of the girl, you feel her aura loom over the staff them suddenly the staff is dragged towards you. in your ear you hear a faint voice. "Take this."

Alvara, as you walk around inspecting the armor and weapons, something catches your eye. A small, silver, ring. As you look closer to the shining band you can make out an Elven name. Ena Vallen. you've herd tales of such a person, an Elven knight called the "Lady of Lilies." This should have been entombed with her long ago, what is it doing here?

As she looked through the weapons a shiny, silver ring caught her eye. She looked closer at it and saw what looked like a name in her native language. This was so strange...an elven ring in a place like this? Especially for- Ena Vallen...oh my word. Alvara simply paused, being in complete awe. She quickly snapped out of it and picked it up gently...looking at every detail. This had to be a remake or something...right? Sure didn’t look like it, every single detail was the exact same...

Alvara put it in her pouch to maybe bring it back to the elves...at least the ones that wouldn’t kill her. She looked at the weapons a bit more, picking and choosing which ones would be best. Most of these seemed to be like her other ones, just a bit better. Alvara picked up two daggers and applied them to her weapons belt. She soon realized she had no cloak... her body felt a bit bare without it...even though she had clothes on. No matter what season it was she had always worn it... Considering it was one of the last items that a friend of hers gave Alvara. She quickly brushed off the thought.

Alvara picked up a sword, finding its balance point. A little heavier than her other one but nothing she couldn’t handle. She put her sword away and started to look at the bows...bit different than what she was used to. Alvara looked over at Tovin and Dulirn to see what they were doing...

Dulirn looked to the elf, quite serious. "You would seek to renegotiate our contract... now?"

He took the offered staff from the ghost with barely a thought, his attention on Alvara as she pocketed Ena Vallen's ring. "You would shun one magic ring in favor of another? Is the one I procured no longer good enough?"


((Any obvious exits from this room?))

Alvara rolled her eyes, “in a way yes”. She turned back around, looking at the bows and the arrows, each of them sharp at the tip.

“I do not shun your offered ring...I would prefer to return this to my people” she paused “the ones who don’t want my head”. Alvara looked at Dulirn, seeing the staff. What exactly was the purpose of the staff? Probably something to do with magic. She looked at her arm, seeing the blood through her sleeve.

((Yeah, right behind us is a corridor that goes for a bit (30 feet let's say) then it hits a cross section.)

Tovin looks over the table, noticing the quiver he picks it up. he turns his head and raises the quiver in full view. "Hey Alvara, this looks like something that you'd like, want it?" He then sees all the different armor sets and gets an idea. "Also do you see any Dukadric sets over there, just look for armor that look like mine, thanks.'

Alvara whipped around, hearing her name called. It was Tovin, he held a quiver full of sharp arrows. Alvara smirked. The quiver was beautiful but the arrows were some of the sharpest she had ever seen. “I’ll take it” she stated plainly, turning back around to look at the armor. “Hmm” she paced the rows of armor, finding Elven armor and aw...there it was. Dukadric armor. “Yes, is this is?” She pointed to it, looking at him.

Alvara then moved over to the elven armor, seeing there was women’s fit and men’s fit. They were both beautifully made. The green color stood out to her as she looked at it closer. But where exactly did this wizard get this? The only time a warrior removed their armor was when they passed and to bathe...

"Good, then the ring it is," Dulirn said, satisfied that she was still willing to accept that as payment. Armor and metal weapons would interfere with his magic, so the wizard poked his nose out the door and down the hall. "Now, where did you keep that pearl..."

Certainly not in the armory. No, it was bound to be somewhere on display, a catalyst for Sezrekan's magic...

As Tovin heads over to Alvara and the armor, he seems to stumble a bit. When he does an arrow slips from the quiver and falls to the floor. Tovin drops to a knee to pick it up but before he can the arrow designates to ash, Tovin lifts a brow in surprise. He looks back to the quiver in the empty area a new arrow materializes in it's place. "Umm... OK?" He stands and hands the quiver to Alvara.

Alvara, on the side of the quiver the word "Ashfallo" is scribed.

"Here." Tovin then turns and moves towards the Dukadric set and starts to examin it. "OK, let's see, a few Usrmarks, a couple Sycrins, and OHH! Even a Tathneer!" He stops and glances to Alvara. "Ahem, Hook blades, Hook knives, and a Hook great blade, I forget others don't speak Dukad." He then eagerly takes the hooks knives and places the big bastard on his back with a smile on his face. Tovin then looks down the line a bit but then freezes staring at an armor in the back, he then speaks in what you could only think would be Dukad. "Sonagrim vaetha Teropfy."

Alvara watched as Tovins steps came down uneven, causing him to stumble. She watched as an arrows fell on the floor, making little noise. He dropped down to a knee, attempting to pick it up. Before he could the arrow turned to ash, she looked at him a bit shocked. Some type of magic was casted over these arrows...but the ash was too familiar. It reminded her of her kingdom...turned to ash. Her head shot over to look at the quiver, seeing a new arrow begin to form. Tovin stood to his feet, handing her the quiver. She took it from his slowly, looking at everything before completely handling it. “Ashfello”. Now it makes sense...

Alvara looked at Tovin, seeing his excitement over the Dukadric set. She smiled then looked back at her own, still listening to him. Alvara attached the quiver to her back, making sure it wouldn’t move. This was all so strange...all of this elven armor and weapons. She ran her fingers along the re-curve bows, feeling the markings beneath her fingers. Alvara didn’t bother to try and interrupt them, they probably just stated a name...her fingers ran along a familiar feeling. A name...a name she recognized.“Erebus”. Alvara took the bow into her hands, her face moving from a smile to an angered look. “Dulirn!” She yelled, looking at the string of the bow and running her fingers along it. “The owner of this tower” She paused, shooting him an angered look. “Killed Erebus!” She marched over to him, clearly angry. Erebus was one of her previous lovers...until he left for a mission and never returned. Alvara knew he didn’t know Erebus but he could obviously tell that she was furious.

"Who?" Dulirn said, poking his head back into the room, as he'd been about to go exploring down the hallway, trying to figure out exactly where in this tower they were. Although, being teleported like they were, there was really no telling if they were actually still in the tower at all.

"Sezrekan was said to have killed many, dear elf, but he has been dead and gone for hundreds of years," he said, seeing she was upset, but not having the foggiest idea who or what she was rambling about...

While the others were bickering Tovin quietly striped of his armor, revealing his under clothes and trible scares he then takes the armor from the display and puts it on. As he looks over his new garb he remarks. "Teropfy's Phinstav."

He walks back to the group, the royal red cloak seems to release the illusion of a sand storm that blankets around him making it difficult to see Tovin's movements. "Heh, just like the stories, don't worry this can be shut off. It'ed be annoying to do every day things in a perpetual sand storm."

Alvara looked at Dulirn, seeing his confusion. “It’s.....” she said nothing more, holding onto the bow very tightly as if she was afraid of letting go. Her knuckles began to turn white from her grip. She never truly knew the cause of Erebus’ death...just thought he ran far away like he said they would one day. They would get away from the terrible kingdom they lived in...just them. Alvara turned her head to the left, hearing tovin come up from behind her. He had absolutely no clue what she was talking about and neither did Dulirn but she felt like punching a wall until her knuckles bled. Yelling and screaming at something until her throat was sore. It took a lot to keep herself together.

Alvara watched Tovin, seeing the illusion of a sand storm. She simply rolled her eyes and walked past Dulirn, walking deeper into the halls.

As you walk through the hall way you suddenly hear a little "click."

Alvara quickly whipped around to where she thought the sound was, putting away her bow over her back. Her hand slowly moved to one of her daggers, holding the handle. The noise was a bit of an alarm to her, considering the halls were quiet until she entered. It was a bit strange but she continued walking, holding the handle of her dagger tightly.

As you turn around the Crystal orb on the table begins to be coated in a black fog, it begins to aggressively shack back and forth. It keeps shacking until it falls off the edge. It shatters on the floor into hundreds of pieces, the fog inside billows out and blankets the floor. As the fog begins to clear a figure can be seen with wings, a tail, and is crowned with the horns of a ram. A crow seems to form from the corner of your eye and lads next to the figure on the floor.

The crow pecks on the mans cheek, his eye lids open revealing his royal purple gaze.

as Williams eyes open he lifts himself onto his feet and uses his powerful wings to disperse the last of the smoke so he can clearly see his surroundings hes in a room he was not familiar with the last memory he has is engaging into a battle with the vile wizard Sezrekan he looks around the room seeing not the vile wizard but in his stead a human draped in a red robe carrying a staff with a blade, he does not recognize the face of this man but he gets a familiar sense when he gazes into his eyes.

The next person he sees is an elf with long brown hair clothed in a green garb clad to the teeth in various blades when he looks into her eyes he seems an emptiness that is all to familiar.

he then searches for his animal companion quickly turning to see a creature clad in heavy armor wearing a crimson red cloak with blades he is unfamiliar with.

"who are you people why are you here where has the vile creature Sezrekan gone? be you his minions or chosen heroes sent to defeat him?"