The Black Bound Book

[Lark]

Lark watched as the ancient Sith creation fell to the ground, lifeless. Who knows how long it had guarded this mystic tomb, only to fall at the hands of a trio of spelunkers. What a pathetic existence it must have lead, the pawn of whatever ancient Lord rested here. Years spent waiting in the dark for any intruders, only to perish so ungracefully. The Terentatek's insides smoldered and melted, it's noxious blood only made the smell worse.

"That'll do," he said, smiling. "Well done." Lark left his sword unsheathed, lightly twirling it in his hand, he even put a little skip in his step. They couldn't afford to relax, there could still be hordes of dark forces out to stop them. There could very well be beings stronger than the Terentatek lurking deeper within this decrepit crypt.

If there are, we'll kill them too. "Let us not linger for long, such a display might attract those mindless cretins from before." Stepping forward, Lark prepared to continue the descent, ready for whatever waited at their destination.

[member="Dubiety"]
[member="The Prowler"]

 

[The Prowler]

Rhe Prowler watched as the beast approached him, surely marking his doom. But, just as it was about to strike the Prowler down, a terrible bolt of lightning struck it. Prowler was pleased as he watched the creature writhe in pain. It's insides cooking while it was still alive. He even went so far as to mock the beast, hoping it's some what sentient form might recognize the insult before it died. The thing fell to the floor in a pungent pile of smoke and gore. The Prowler was half tempted to try some of the half cooked beast. But, decided it wasn't rare enough for him. He met back up with his allies and removing hat offered them an luxurious bow. "The Prowler, at your service," He said jokingly. He turned towards the recently opened doorway and prepared to head down the cob web strewn hall. It was dusty in the hall. Speaking of a place that had been undisturbed for century...

[member="Dubiety"]
[member="Lark"]

 

[Kahlil Noble]

"Darker and deeper we walk, searching. We get closer and closer to the destination. To the secrets of the dead." Dubiety hummed to himself as [member="The Prowler"] and [member="Lark"] continued down the path. They had passed a number of trials already, but it was doubtful these were the last. If there was anything the Sith could agree on, it was the amount of traps the dead chose to make for the living.

"Do you think there will be spells down within? I would very much like to fill my spell book."