Story I: The Rift

Climbing up the ramp that this hallway has become is an arduous task. Zubie follows, flapping his wings and hovering close behind Ameera as she makes her ascent. There are a few close calls as stones come loose in the floor, and Ameera's feet slip, but keeping one's balance in the hallway is easier with the walls on either side. Notably, there is no corpse within the opened up wall-crypt, and it appears completely empty. Where its contents have gone is a mystery.

The room behind the now open metal door is cramped to say the least. The low, crumbling ceiling keeps one from going too far into it, but most of the debris and rubble seems to have shifted against the walls closest to the hallway. Immediately Ameera can find various golden items. A basin, a small statuette of a nude, winged woman, and a small, broken mirror with a golden frame. As she reaches further into some of the rubble, she pulls a sword free. The long blade, elvish in make and seemingly without blemish or marring despite where it's been found, has a silvery handle with a blue gem in its pommel. The cross-guard is simple filigree, extending into a sharp, white steel bade. It nearly rings as it's pulled free.

There could still be some items within the rubble, but the precariousness of the crumbling ceiling warrants some discretion.

Baric searches through the rubble, finding plenty of grasping hands from the restless dead that had been buried there. They are only blinding groping, and thus are easy to avoid. Baric does manage to find a golden chalice, ringed in blue and green gemstones.

Then comes a voice, small, light and curious, from the direction of the sword, "Deliver me where?" The blue gem in its pommel hums slightly as the words emanate from it, "Oh, hello! Do you need any help?" Its tone is sincere and full of concern.

Pyrrah reaches out and takes the sword before Ameera can accidently drop it. She looks at it curiously. "Curious... " She says quietly. She strokes first the Blade and the pommel softly. She'll help Ameera up (if she hasn't already returned). "Who, or what, might you be? " She muses.