<html><P>[Ted]<BR>Entranced, the lizard man checks for obvious traps and then reaches out to move the guantlets and take the hilt of the sword.<BR>[/Ted]</P>
<P>-- Aaron Clausen <mightymartianca@gmail.com> wrote:<BR>[GM]<BR>For a moment there is nothing, and then there is a distant chugging as if some old engine were starting up. The steel door slowly... haltingly slides up to reveal another chamber.<BR><BR>The air is musty and a little rank, the fading smell of ancient death. The room itself is dimly lit by reddish glowing stones set in the ceiling. There is a simple granite slab in the middle of the chamber, and on it, coated in a layer of dust, is the shriveled, wizened remains of a Wolfen. <BR>On its body is battered, scorched old-style Coalition armor painted in bright gold and red colors in the form of a dragon. The heavily damaged and punctured remains of what looks like an ancient, non-megadamage shield, lay across the figure's feet, and laying upon its breast, clutched by gloved hands, is a mighty broadsword, though it's bleached white, looking like bone<BR>rather than steel. In its hilt is a nude female figure carved from diamond or some other gemstone, impressive in every detail, save that there is no face.<BR><BR>In the granite slab is carved: "HERE LIES AKIRAX, SON OF ENKIRAX, REAVER'S BANE, PRINCE OF POUGHSKEEPSIE, UNTIL THE FINAL BATTLE."<BR><BR>The voice speaks again, quieter this time. "You have found the key, but the demon must be extinguished." </P>
<P>Koba's bag suddenly bursts into flames. There is a faint scream, and a wisp of blue smoke, almost human-shaped, hovers over the company before fleeing out of the chamber.<BR>[/GM]</P></html>