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 Vivian climbed down the stairs going further and further down until she reached the bottom. At it's bottom was the dark chamber in which held their dwarven friend. His body broken but at peace. This did not help her troubled mind at all. The dwarf had fallen from such a height and they were too busy with the gargoyles to have put his body in such a position. The stairs formed after the touching of the chalice so who else could be down here but undead? However, why would the undead give such respect to a intruder like the dwarf. The dwarf wasn't just some regular warrior he was a cleric of his god. Meaning he would be their enemy. She also watched as Malkai looted the body of their fallen friend. The room was much too dark for her to see if his skin had changed. Her dark vision made able to see in the dark yes but not color. It would almost be like seeing through a night vision goggles or something similar. She smirked and rolled her eyes, barbarians. They are all the same looting from the corpses of the dead without a care. Not that she did either. Was the dwarf a ally, yes he was but not close enough that she would care if his body got looted if he died. She highly doubted the dwarf would enjoy the idea of some of his belongings just collecting rust down here. It would be better if they were put to good use. Such as the hammer,... she had no use for it nor did she think it would work for her. Malkai seemed magically capable with his whole elephant thing ,but whether or not it was divine or not is a different question. Sorceror's can change their shape as well,.. well polymorph which works kind of like what he used. Then again.. maybe not. Maybe the mask is imbued with some magical ability that allows him to change shape at will.
 
        She shrugged and then took note of Catarina freaking out and having a text book panic attack. Malkai tried his best to calm her and tell that it was not best for her to go it alone. This was true... "First the orc goes in alone and gets killed by a trap, then the dwarf takes it upon himself to foolishly try and get the chalice himself..."She gestured to his body. "The results... as you can tell this place is a doom for those who are too impatient and go head on into trouble alone. We are with you Catarina... but we can not help you if you get caught up in a fight that we can not aid in." She looked about the room and saw only one exit. There was light down at the end of it but she wondered if it was natural. She then looked back to Catarina. "Besides.. we are dealing with the undead... your holy weapon is the only weapon we got against infernal creatures that normal weapons couldn't effect. We lose you to a stupid trap and we can kiss the chalice  good bye and whatever hopes of getting out of here alive. We need you just as much as you need us." She then held out her hand and from it a gold orb of light floated up and the it split into four and took on the shape of chandaliers, small but they did light up the area. They then maneuvered themselves in positions to provide a decent amount of light. Enough for her to see and not be blinded by it. 

  She looked down the hall with the light and raised a brow... unless there were other entrances to this temple,.. they were the only living things left in this dungeon. With it being a temple of a undead god, she could only imagine what was in store for them. Wraiths, spirits, skeletal guardians, perhaps even a flesh golem or ghouls. Anything could be waiting for them. She gulped and began to head down the pathway. For now her elven eyes would have to pick out any traps. They would be easier seen now with the light she provided. A detect spell might help as well. She leaned her scythe against the wall only for a second. She then held up her hands and prepared to cast detect magic and poison. If anything came up she could tell if there was a trap and where it would be. Not that she could do anything to disarm it but they could at least know where not to step. Instantly as she cast it a block of stone to the right glowed in her vision. She could tell from the block itself that it was out of place. The edges where carved a little more deeply. Perhaps if you put preasure on it activated a trap. She then cast another spell. "Mark...." She called out and a rune marked the stone. "Do not touch that stone..." She said. With that she proceeded along until she reached the end. It was a opened arch way and she found the source of the light to the room. It was a decent sized room and as she looked up she could see the source of the light. Giant crystal like structured poked out from the ceiling providing a blue light. 

        When she looked back down to their level she saw steps rising up to a platform. A sacrificial table on top with two large statues in the shape of reapers. The table had a sculpture attached to the farthest side close to where the head would go. This sculpture was large and shaped it's to over hang on the table. A object dangled from it's hands. A chain with a large star shaped spike. It was likely dropped to impale the sacrifice in some dark ritual. As she looked more around the room she could see no other doors but two pedestals on each side of them on the lower floor. One to her right and one to her left. Each one had a dark substance pouring from it. The liquid would pour into crevices and then would empty out into pressurized tube that would just shoot it back up to the surface in which it had been. She could only assume that they were blood fountains. She did not like this one bit at all. As she looked for the chalice she could see it resting on yet a new pedestal on top of the stairs. This spoke trap... a giant one. Object's don't move themselves... "Okay no one behave like the dwarf this time and try and grab it.." She pleaded. 

               Then something occurred... a dark mist began to form and collect above the steps. The mist formed into the form of a being. It took the shape of a cloaked man. "You have defeated the tests put in place it would seem.... that sands made the first test easy for some. Then there was the dark mantles,... my fellow priests had a fun time setting that one up. Then came the stone golems you people call gargoyles and the trap with the pedestal. Again most of you passed. Three tests for the chalice of silence... a item my fellow kinsmen protected for so many years. I brought it here after the fool fell,... I put his body in such a position to by chance frighten you. It worked on one of you of course...." His figure seemed to smile. He then looked about the room and then back to them. "Seeing as you passed the tests,.. I give you your reward. The Chalice itself... This is no rare item to be sold to the highest bidder mind you. It is a item that when activated will render all magic useless. Pretty clever creation by our masters. It makes the undead pretty much unstoppable. Making someone have to use a holy weapon to defeat them for magic would not be able to be used against them." He commented. He then gestured towards it and then bowed. His form then vanished.

 Vivian was still hesitant in walking up and taking it. Mostly because of the dwarf and the fact that the spirit before them could just be pulling one over on them and something will activate... or worse be released. Then again... if her knowledge of Nerul was correct. He is a deity of neutral evil. Which made him unpredictable. Sure enough this thing could be telling the truth and be giving them the chalice. She did not know what to do at this point. She casually moved towards the chalice on the second level up the steps. Every so often she stopped and scanned her surrounds with her eyes. Once she reached the chalice and it's pedestal she began to examine the pedestal itself. She was not touching this thing until she knew it was safe. She gestured towards one of her dancing lights and it moved closer to reveal the resting spot much clearer. "Wish that damn Alyssa hadn't left us here... I maybe a sorcerer but I am limited to so much." She spoke to particularly no one. She rose up to full height and stroked her chin. She sighed and then blew air up through her bangs. "Fuck it... stand back fellas." She said and reached out and grabbed it. Just touched it though... not yet picking it up and pulling it towards her. Just wrapping her hands around it while she stood there. Her body using her scythe as leverage. She waited a few seconds... nothing happened. She then lifted it up and pulled it close to her body. Again nothing happened. She let out a sigh of relief and then began to head towards Malkai and Catarina. That was when something fell from the roof and hit the stone floor below her. It was a good shaped stone that made her look up to notice the roof was beginning to cave in on itself.

       Her eyes went wide and she looked down towards them and began to run. Chalice in one hand and her scythe in the other. "Time to go!" She yelled.
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