From: Noel Woodworth Subject: [PORC] Hall of Bone - Also After the doors were breached, Elfiran held up his shield long enough to ensure that the rest of the party would be unharmed. When he let down the shield, Balefire and Cromm had already entered through the opening beyond. Elfiran quickly surveyed the other members of the party, and upon seeing them unharmed, nodded to himself in satisfaction, for although the shield spell was a relatively simple one, it required an inordinate amount of Elfiran's will to withstand the complex, intricate forces that were assaulting the great doors. Elfiran himself had never seen the magicka that his good friend Balefire had employed against the great doors before, so was almost unprepared to continuously change the amount and type of magicka needed for the shield. As the rest of the party entered into the hall beyond, there were several gasps from the party. Elfiran immediately sensed what this place was in a swift appraisal, and closed his eyes momentarily in a silent prayer to all the Werre that fell to provide the foundation on which they all now stood. As the figure revealed himself, it brought back a vague memory of, what back then was a fable, during Elfiran's training back on Sumurset Isle those many years ago. The figure just exuded evil and it flowed over the entire party like a wave crashing on the beach. This must be Veer'Shule, the dark master, Elfiran thought. Cromm and the rest of the party were now bellowing a single cry, that to many lesser individuals, would have them quaking in their own waste. The cry was mournful, and challenging, and it appeared to visibly affect the individual on the throne, for when the Werre took up the cry, the aged man stood up and appeared to be looking elsewhere. Then he blinked once, and addressed the Werre, who had stopped their cry, and surged forward before being stayed by Cromm's axe. "Yes," the Master said, "stay where you are." He brought his keen eyes to bear on the warmage. "And as for you, the Blood!" He spoke another tongue, yet the meaning of his words was clear. He held out his hand and stepped closer to the Heart. At this point, Elfiran brought up the shield around the entire party again, while drawing his Daedric Long Sword clear of it's finely tooled Daedric sheath. "Balefire me friend, it appears we are once agin faced wit an evil so foul, thet t'woud only make all of Tamriel better te be witout. Ah'll stand by ye till me last breath, brother, how'e'er, this battle be betwixt thee and thet foul abomination. No harm will come te ye from other quarters whilst ah'm here, so ah say". As the sound of Elfiran's words faded, he thought he detected some movement in the shadows of the great hall. The movement appeared to come from everywhere around the central walkway. "Ware friends, some evil seems te be about!!!" And although he was a master in most forms of killing, and didn't relish killing any more than was necessary, he appeared to be looking forward to any conflict.... "T'shoni flevira M'gatcrys"!! he shouted in the ancient high-elven tongue.