Heroes of Erenvale

wizard: Yes. To do that thing, I must gain access to your House of the Dead immediately!

Jonathan: You there, woman! State your name at once!

wizard: *huffs* If you must know, I am Venessandra Caliessa Aurbriella Brunholm, wizard journeyman out of Exclior Institute of Magic, and lead investigator on this matter of grave importance! I again enforce my demand to let me into the Hall of the Dead!

Jonathan: Alright. Guards! Let this woman into the hall of the dead! Also, send a few guards to accompany her as well. To make sure she lives so that I can honor her as savior of our humble town.

?: Hold it, allow me to help with dealing with this undead filth.
A young, dark elf woman clad in the golden armor of a paladin, with long, white hair flowing behind her, steps up to the entrance of the Hall of the Dead.

Venessandra: Very well. You and the barbarian will handle the horde of bones that the Necromancer is sure to have conjured from the tombs, while I handle the real work.
(the guards open the doors to the Hall, and they stare into complete darkness)
guard: wot? Wo 'appened to tha torches?
(Cyrill approaches)
Cyrill: Pardon me, have any of you seen a fair lass, honey-orange hair with flowers in it, flowing silk dress? Eyes like the bluest seas, lips like the hottest passion?

Loraina: Uh...no. Now get out of here, it's not safe for you. There's a necromancer that I need to kill inside this hall.

Kyla: I wonder if there'd be any riches in there worth taking?
Jonathan: We're not letting an ozmys goop up an ancestral burial ground.
Kyla: Dang it! >,<

Clash:*to the paladin* You're a dark elf yet you serve the side of good?

Cyrill: *plucks a few strings on his bouzouki* ♫ Racism is aliiiive and weelll! ♫
Venessandra: Shut up, all of you. *produces a ball of light in her hands, and tosses it into the darkness of the Hall, which illuminates a significant portion of it* Guards, once we are all inside, close and bar the gates. Do not open for any reason.
Cyrill: Um...Wait, all of who?
Venessandra: You, bard, the half-orc, the dark elf, and the ozmys thief. You're all coming.
Cyrill: Uh....down in that dark crypt assumedly filled with evil corrupt abominations?
Venessandra: The very same.
Cyrill: ...as long as I stay in the back.

Kyla: Hey! I'm no thief I'm a....A uh....a banker!

Clash:Coward.*he smiles as he goes in.*

Loraina: They're more or less the same thing, so you're not helping your case. You're just lucky that I have bigger problems to deal with, or else I'd have you arrested for pickpocketing. *Walks inside*

Kyla: But I wasn't pick pocketing! ....Yet anyway.

Loraina: Don't play innocent, I saw what you were doing back in town.

Kyla: Yeah, well you saw nothing! Let's just get in there.

Clash:Who's taking the lead?

Venessandra: *walking in front of Clash, holding an illumination spell in her hands* I am. Be on your guard.
(Cyrill steps in after everyone else, and the guards close the doors and bolts them shut)
Cyrill: Alright, now we've had our fun, can we leave now?

Clash:Hell no. We are gonna keep going.

Kyla: *reaches into a small pouch on her belt and pulls out her ring blade* Okay, I'm ready now.

Clash readies his ax.

(six skeletons emerge from the shadows, each wielding an old, rusted, dusty swords)
Venessandra: Take care of these skeletons! I must reserve my mana for the Necromancer!

Loraina readies her halberd before she fires a blast of holy light at several of the skeletons, incinerating them, before charging at the rest.

Clash slams his ax in to them splinter bones and getting dust everywhere,

Kyla: I'm....just gonna let the two muscle through them.