Knyn cursed under his breath. This was what happened when ego clashed with ego. He wasn't overly concerned - his own greatsword Mortality had been forged upon an altar of death after all, and could stand its own against the undead - but a titanic magical battle here in this tomb somewhat depraved his agenda.

"We have no purpose here but to pass in peace," he intervened smoothly.

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"HAHAHA! You think these will stop us?" The Mage exclaimed, raising his hands.
"I could be Master of these weak, pathetic forms that are in front of me!" He raised his hands and the Skeletons stayed their attack, and a look of ultimate power came into the Mage's eyes.

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Halarond

But The Mage lowered his hands after Knyn had spoken.
"But I choose not to. I have more important matters to care about." he said, looking at Knyn as he spoke.

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Halarond

Cadenius was slightly intrigued by the conversation between the mage and the undead lord. He unsheathed both of his swords, his breath muffled by the scarf around his head. He held them in ready position as his eyes darted from the mage, to the undead, to the skeletons and to Knyn.

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I was cured all right.

"We are wasting time" the mage said finally.
"Tell it why we are here, before I bore."

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Halarond

Raelin stared at the new arrival with disgust, and listened intently to the conversation going on between the mage and the new guy.
"Let's just get on with it..." he muttered to himself, a bit annoyed.

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"You do not seem to understand, look around you do you see any exits?"

The ghostly figure laughed at them and ecspecially at the mage for his earlier comments.

"I know the way, but I won`t tell it to you unless you do a task for me that I have been doing to other one`s coming here all tough they haven`t been many... "

He gazed at the mage quickly as a warning.

"And you mage... I recommend you to reconsider those earlier words, true you could control a simple ghost, but what happens when the man himself once was a priest of a god and is still fueled with power from that god?"

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

"I am also empowered, and not undiferent to yours." the Mage said calmly "But come, I bore. What is this menial task? To 'take us with you?'" the mage chuckled, "A test of 'honour'?"

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Halarond

"Do you think I am a knight of somesort? Now, I want you to procceed after I open the way for you and turn right in the first crossroad. There are some guardians that you must defeat or just fool long enough that you can being me back my heart.

Now I can help to do whatever you were doing here anyway after you bring it back to me, I myself cannot leave this chamber yet I can kill you on your way out, if you try to deceive me."

The undead cleric explained.

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

"HAHA! So you wish us to save you from this cold prison eh? And just when I was beginning to think that you liked it in here!" the mage laughed.
"Very well, I will do this thing, even if the others will not, for you are a quite entertaining fellow!" the mage laughed even harder. But it was not a mocking laughter.

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Halarond

Raelin gave both the intruder and the mage a cold stare.
"How do you ,'the all powerful' , know that if or when we try to decieve you that you could kill us? Do you think that highly of yourself?" the vampire asked, clearly annoyed.

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"Well let me explain how I ended up here and that might clear it all up how I know that I can kill you all. Around 500 years ago I was travelling trough the eastern lands and I was my gods... favourite, causing death and decay where ever I went as my god, Tarion (I hope its all right for me to make these up?) , the god of plagues and famine demanded me to.

I took money from sick people and saved them to survive, my god was pleased, but the other had enough of it all and had their servants capture me. I was sacrificed and cursed here to guard not to mention the gods agreed to give me power in the defense of this chamber... But in secret one of the clerics hid my heart by the command of his god. What the gods or clerics motives were I have no clue yet they left me a way of returning into the world of flesh and bone.

I am fuelled by the gods when I have to kill all living in this chamber and that doesn`t seem too good for you does it? Free me from tis cursed form and I can prove of some use to you as I can venture forth from this chamber!"

The dark cleric said with a rising voice and anger as to make them to go on their way.

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

"What is your name, Cleric?" The Mage asked.
"For I have heard of that tale."

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Halarond

"Cyrus was... or is my name..."

He said and the ghostly image rolled its eyes as it was clearly getting bored not to mention eager to end the 500 lasted agony and pain.

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

"Cyrus." the mage repeated in a whisper.
"Indeed I have heard of Cyrus and the Betrayal. And for that reason, I will get your heart, Cyrus." the Mage Said, and started towards the door. He had no need of his staff now, his power was keeping his body alive. And he felt more alive now with the Magic running through his veins than in the Arms of any woman or in any temple.

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Halarond

Cyrus shook his head and said some command words, a new door appeared into the wall of the chamber.

"That way"

He pointed at the door he had summoned.

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!