A Book Full Of Riddles...

[*Krayt]

He is forced to shift his footing several times at the tremour, crouching and extended his arms with his palms faced down to keep balance. A pure white smile flashed in the darkness. He could feel the awakening of power wihtin the chamber and it fed his own.

"The forces of unnecessary prolonging seek it, they wish to stop a invasion from the far realm. Being unable to force these alien creatures back they plan to use these artifacts somehow and that I cannot allow. Perhaps you would have the answers to what the true purpose of these relics are?"

"And this dreamer, seems a admirable person. I too dream and dream far, too far some would claim. Tell me the dreams and ambitons of this one so that I can make them mine and inherit them. A madden dream oft times transcends the dreamer growing with an aspiration of it's own, let me be the heir of this spark of ruin and power and would I be unable to fulfil it let it turn a flame and consume me as it is passed to the successor. Whom birthed this world, whence did it came? A angelic benevolent creatrue wanting to share what it thought pleasing? A demon who sought to torrment it's spawn in a cycle of endless suffering? It has no meaning I want to be the being that surpass it by smashing the fundation of creation into naught. Was this the dreamers dream?"

[*Krayt]

Intently he listened not turning around when the speaker from behind arose. His pale cyan eys flashed wide open as the creature relayed about Derl. Haunted by the memories of his own failures meddling with the divine. He had come a single hairs girth from sharing his fate quite recently.

"How come he left such an object? Madness overtook him and he abandoned his ambition within this tomb? Could you tell me the whole concept of his uined ambition?"

"Will you hand me this forgotten blade? Nerull has a few followers within my order, I shall consult them how best one may tap the power within to usher devestation divine." He reached out a cuped hand palm up.

"Do you know the fate of the other relics? And further more what of yourself? perhaps you could relocate to a place more suitable?" He glanced to the confinemet of the chamber and gauged the creatures size and realized his own folly. "Albeit that might be too complicated."

His chest started to press down on him cramming his innards and the urge to vomit he had been fighting grew stronger and stronger. His magical imbued eyesight saw creeping fields of disease spreading through his veins. How long could he last? He cloaked his concern with a confident smile.

[*Selebius]

"He hid it here from his rivals. He planned to slay his companions, planned to be the only one to enjoy this power.

What became of him, where he is now I do not know. Perhaps he abandoned his plans, perhaps he moved on. Perhaps it was him who has been slain and you are working for one of this companions who now want to retrieve this objects for themselves?

Who can say?" The creature shifts again, sagging down deeper into the filthy pool. "It does not matter to me. The blade is yours if you want it. You proved yourself worthy to have it. Dive down there in the corner, dive down until you hit the ground of the pool. there you will find it."

The filthy water starts to bubble in that corner and Mauric sees a shaft opening in the pile of corpses, its walls studded with writhing limbs and many faces.

"As for you offer.... I will stay here. This place and I are one now."

[*Krayt]

"I was given some hints about him or someone possibly being him was held by the harmonium consumed by his own madness. I would pay him a visit yet that nest of barmies I must shun for a considerable time but you care little for that.."

"I shall return to make that dream become a nightmare to our foes. I shall seek you at the end of creation. Roam the innly roads of ruin, make the dream grow and fester as it matures. Destuction will not destory destrruction, decay will not deterioate, not until the end nor will you. I shall return."

He peered into the infinite blackness of the water, it could just as well had been the void itself yet wile the void held nothing the uncertainty of what lurked down there was just as infinite. He was not a good swimmer and the possibility of geting stucked underater were profound as deemed it by staring at the rippling surface. He unleashed the power with the ring as changed shape into a demonic Hezrou casting hilsef headlong forward plunging into the dark depths aneath. The burly creature creating a cataract pillar as it's body was devoured by the maw of black water. The only sense of direction was the upward pull from his air filled body he struggled against it swiming ever downward with his lended powerful arms.

[*Selebius]

"We will meet again.", the creature says and it sounds like it is proclaiming some truth- something that is destined to happen regardless how the multiverse twists and turns.

Shifting into the demon sharpens Mairics senses, makes him almost forget the filth and the chill of the water but the bulk of this body makes swimming the tunnel harder.

Oddly he gets help, help from this multiple limbs that shove him towards his target- the creature an odd but strangely loyal ally.

Soon he sees a bent, rusted scythe blade resting on the muddy ground- the metal seems to drink the filth and corruption that sourrounds it in greedily.

[*Krayt]

He let himself be ushered forth only using his feet to accelereate while he held his arms in front of him forming a V shape and waggled his body like a dolphin while the compsition of many pulled and pushed him. It was a strange feeling, a bonding with the creature and himself. And there he saw it in a cloud of even darker mud in the blackened water. Feelling the hunger of the blade he wraped his hands around it without hesitation nor fear that it would turn it's hunger on him. Holding it firmly with his two large monstrous hands he swam towards the surface clutching the prize close to his body.

[*Selebius]

The limbs go limp and the hole closes again, corpses moving to close this temporary gap.
There is no other reaction from the creoute, the mound that talked to him slowly sinking down, returning to its slumbering, dreaming state.

Examining his prize Mauric sees the blade is covered with filth and goo, the edge notched and dull but nevertheless somehow.. threatening. Hungry.

[*Krayt]

His frog-like head emerge and broke up from the water. Swimming to the ledge he put the peculiar blade infront of him, digged his claws into the mellow substance above the waterline and with a explosive push combined with a burst of strokes from his legs he leaped up and transformed back into his usual shape as he landed. Quickly and in some stresful manner he stooped down taking the blade. He stood in silence a long moment Before he tore of his sleeves Winding the wet cloth around the blade before he stuffed it into his magical bag.

Bound towards the Armoury he climbed back whence he came making a map of his track as far anyone could make one confounding as the treck was.

[*Selebius]

Mauric is able to make a crude map or memorize the way back. He feels the diseases spread in his body, feels a weakness engulf him and when he leaves the terrible runnels wven the stale air that greets him feels like paradise.

The relic is his as is the choice what to do with it....

[*Krayt]

His vison began to spin as he waddled through the tunnels. Taking a Deep breath in the waft of stale yet far freasher air. Not yet he thought as he wandered onwards with a fumbling hand supportingly trailing along the walls. He evetually exit in the hive. Staggering though the more crowded areas with the hope of spreading the various diseases. He passed through the bazar wiht hte same abition but did his best to avoid any notable indeps. Slinking into a side ally on his way to the ladys ward he pressed his back against the wall barely conscious stripping off his his damp clothing putting them into a sack of oil cured swineskin that was near waterproof. Producing a vial of remove disease which he quaffed down immediately, panting vigourously with his hands on his knees he rested for a moment. He strapped on a thin skin suit donned his black charred breastplate over it before he proceeded to the Armoury.

As burst into the entrence hall he flourished with the captured blade looking at Falcata while ascending the stairs half jogging. Again he sough the cambion Eily Cromlich presenting the blade holding it in the mid section with his left hand, his arm extended fully towards the half-demon with a triumphant grin. "Nerull's scythe blade weathed in disease itself. Mayhap a priest or priestess of his church can unveil more about it's hidden uses?"
Suddenly something pierced his mind for a moment he could hear something similar to voices but they wasn't descipherable to him, closing his eyes with a pained grimace as a strong headache followed the experiance.