Vivian smiled,... "So it was you who stole her book,... oh good if you had only stayed around to see her tantrum." Vivian said with a smirk. She then nodded with a shrug as she tried to sum up the ability of a sorcerer. "Your pretty much right,... I mean the only thing that limits a sorcerer is her knowledge of the spells she is casting. If she don't know it exists she can't really cast it. Certain spells I do avoid casting though. Specifically ones that summon demons, don't even know why my kin still do sometimes. They are very uncontrollable and will turn on you the moment the know you can't. One idiot had summoned a balor but was so experienced it pretty much laughed at him and left him there on the floor." Vivian then looked over to the spot where the orc had been sitting to see her gone. Well shit Catarina wasn't just not seeing her. Where the hell did the orc go?... oh well. At least they wouldn't have to put up with her smell now. Vivian looked over at her Raven and patted him on the head as she placed her bowl down and let him finish the stew for her.
"I had plenty of choices for a familiar too,... but Bernard here caught my eye the most. How the light catches his black feathers making them shine. Of course I didn't have to pick a familiar. They told me the risks when I did,... but I didn't care. Bernard has acted as my eyes for quite along while. Of course, the fact I taught him to speak common comes in handy." She added.
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Jarvis remained asleep easily falling into the dark abyss of the deep sleep. On the other hand their orc found her way to wonder around the ruins, she saw the same entrance and waited for when the bird had left his perch and then ascended and entered the temple. She was hoping she could get the chalice and leave before anyone else entered. Then get the reward for herself. She smirked her large tusks poking out as she thought she was so clever. Of course this was her last mistake in her pitiful life. As she climbed up and over the ledge what she saw was almost pitch darkness. Luckily for her natural dark vision she was able to see some what. It was not as good as a drows but she felt it was better then most. She climbed down inside and began to wonder about. She had no idea where this chalice actually was nor where to look. However, she aimed to continue looking no matter what. She started by looking at the statues seeing if there were any clue. They looked like they were of bone and the swords they held of steel. The swords were a bit old though and some sand had dried one them in spots. As she took a closer look and felt the rib cages she was amazed. It was actually bone,... what kind of temple was this? As she went from statue to statue she did not even notice of one of them move its head.
It emerged from its spot and followed behind her quietly until its foot hit against a rock. Quickly she turned and saw its visage. She rose up her great sword and was about to cry out but it moved its hand fast to cover her mouth. With the other it jabbed it's two handed sword through her gut and twisted it. It's empty visage waiting for her face to look the same. Once it was satisfied and the life left her body. It pulled the sword out and let her body drop.
The statue then returned to its position and continued it's guard of the great temple.