> His dark eyes squinted wickedly at the young elf maiden, as he swung his shadow hair to his side. He looked down to the hilt of his blade, taking a moment to pause and wonder.

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> Wondering through the ruins of the ancient liches in Khaldun, he drew his blade. Suddenly, an ancient lich roared out of the darkness. Centering himself on the lich, Cadaen quickly spun, stabbing the lich in the stomach and watching it fall.

> Some faint chants coming from the other room, he decided to walk into it. He scanned the room well, and slowly took steps towards the coffins. Suddenly, hands shot out of the worn and old coffins, at least a dozen. As they walked closer to him, he slashed at them, but decided this was a battle he couldn't win, and ran quickly to the other room, chanting words and quickly closing the wall with stone. He made his way out of Khaldun.

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> On the boat him and his guild sat, waiting for their arrival at this place The Shadow had choosen for them. Nujel'm was there stop, Nujel'm was.

The wind was cold blowing off the water, so Mariah drew her cloak closer to her. Looking around she could not see much beyond the ship as a heavy fog engulfed them. She look around at other comrades some sleeping, some awake, but all waiting for the command. Mariah laughed herself; it has begun, as excitement shivered through her entire being.