Revizah stands amidst the healing space just as Ato does, regaining her vitality. She feels remarkably better, the slashes throughout her body sealing up into minor scars. She looks at her attire in disgust. As soon as she arrives to an adequate shop, she was going to replace her tattered, cut-up garments.

Looking back to the group, they were working hard on completely destroying the construct. Oddly, it was solid inside, not any sort of moving mechanisms or components of any sort. Rezivah searches the floor for that one piece she pried from the guardian's body. There it was.. Picking it up, she puts it in her pouch. For an odd reason, she was proud of loosening even this one piece.

For now, it seems the group caught a break, even if it was only a small reprieve. They certainly needed it.

With the construct dismantled and everyone having collected what bits they wanted of it, Ato moves back to the door, resting a hand on the surface. "Are we ready to move on? I just want to be done with this and get out of here." He hesitates a moment for an objection. If none comes, he pushes the door open to reveal what lies beyond.

A brief second after Ato places his hand on the door, the all-too-familiar sound of stone grinding on stone rings from the door as it slowly slides down into the ground, followed by the sound of a room pressurizing [what is that; a high-pitched sound, like when leaking oxygen from an oxygen tank?]. The faint smell of decay brushes past his nostrils, though nowhere nearly as strong as what the group encountered when they opened the door to the speckormerelf's chamber. On edge, he steps back a bit, casting the driftglobe in front of him to light up whatever laid on the other side.

A short, five foot hallway leads from the entrance, opening up into a large, dark room, approximately twenty feet deep and twenty-five feet wide. Sending the driftglobe in further, he notices that the faint glow of white light he saw seeping from the edges of the door actually outlines the doorframe the door once stood in. Puzzled, he brings his attention back to the room, where he sees two sarcophagi along the left and right walls in the room, and then a large, iron chest, situated against the wall directly in front of the entrance where he stood. No sign of the emcayi white decay can be noticed, as has the pattern been with the last few rooms guarded by doors.

Ato hesitates at the doorway, Vasha at his side as they peer into the next room, eyes seeking in vain for specific signs of danger as Kayn shares what historic knowledge he has to offer.  Nothing in particular catches their attention, but something still tickles at the Mer rogue's sense of danger. Suddenly it clicks and he grasps Vasha's arm to keep her from crossing the threshold into the room.

"Look," he says, pointing at the faint glow the frame of the doorway gives off. In the brighter light of the driftglobe, he'd almost missed it, thinking the light he'd noticed earlier was shining around the edges of the door from inside, but no. "See the light there? All the way around the door? It's like the glow of the runes back in the maze room, don't you think? You and I both triggered them, but Kayn didn't. That was before..." He waves his hand at the spectral appendages danging from the goblin's body. "I'd guess that passing through the doorway could trigger something bad. Very bad, based on what we've seen so far."

"Hmmm," Kayn says.  "Let me see." 

The goblin pulls both Ato and Vasha away from the doorway and takes a closer look at the glowing runes around the frame. They were managical in nature, of course, but the goblin was curious as to the trigger. Obviously it would take someone crossing the threshold to trigger then, but was it focused on intent like the maze's set of runes? Without hesitation, Kayn steps into the room, head first.

Nothing happens.

He turns to the others and shrugs. "It looks ok to me!"

Taking a few steps further into the room he looks over the sarcophagi and the chest, giving them a thorough inspection. 

While Kayn moves to further explore the room, examining the sarcophagi and the large iron chest, Vasha sides with caution and stays with Ato and Rezivah outside the room. Vesra heads him, with Veythe quickly in tow: if the group somehow got split, she wanted them to be equally split to give both sides the best fighting chance.

Kayn's first impression of the sarcophagi is their appearance. Either being or crafted like hedrons, each of them consists of multiple hedrons laid next to each other in alternating rows, creating solid walls and borders to make up the sarcophagi. Fashioned from whatever material the hedron itself is made of, the only indication they have of being sarcophagi are the shapes of them: they're roughly 8 feet in length, with the far side being wider than the near side where the feet of someone would rest. Examining more closely, he sees hundreds of small runes etched across the surface, though none of them seem to be emitting any managic. There does seem to be a break between the top and sides, like a lid that could be lifted up to reveal whatever is within.

Cautious with the iron chest, he looks over the nearby ground for any tripwires or pressure plates. Satisfied that it's safe to approach and that it's not some illusion, he moves closer, noticing that it doesn't even seem to be locked. The chest was certainly seen better days, as the metal is tarnished and faded, and patches of abrasive marks dot the iron.

Kayn pops open the iron chest and goes rummaging through the contents. He hands a bundle of crossbow bolts to Veythe, stuffs what looks like a cloak of questionable material into his pack, and pushes a full set of studded leather to Vesra. "I found you some clothes, Vessie," he says. "Nice ones too. See? They have runes all over them and look fancy like you're going to an Affa Ball."  

He then turns to the left-most sarcophagi and begins the process of attempting to open it. He pushes what looks like a lid with all his might. His little muscles strain and a slight groan escapes his mouth. "Ugh! Impossible.  It's stuck with managic, I think."

He then turns to the rest of the group and says, "Well I think we found just about everything we could." His thoughts wonder to his gnarlid and the egg that rests in its pack. After the intense heat and burns he suffered, it's prolly boiled by now. "Are we ready to leave this place?" He asks.

"Thank you, Kayn, but I can't wear this," Vesra pushed the fine studded leather armor to the side. Metal and druids tended not to mix, as she had learned the hard way. "And I doubt one sarcophagus would be magically locked while the other would not. Perhaps I can give it a try." With that, the kor went over and tried to lift it. She used to be pretty strong, just as strong as her sister in fact.

But she wasn't used to her new body yet, and the lid barely moved. It did move a little bit, just enough to catch the corner of her sheet-robes in. "Sunflowers," she cursed. "Vasha! I need you! I'm stuck." The position was oddly reminiscent of many situations of their youth. Vasha sighed and entered the room, luckily not setting off any traps.

"Oh Flower," Vasha walked over, trying to move the heavy lid. Vasha couldn't move it either, so she motioned for Veythe to come over and help. Between the two of them, they were able successfully move the lid, freeing Vesra and revealing its contents. A kor skeleton, naked except for a curious pendant, lay in the sarcophagus. 

"Huh," Kayn says. "I don't think I've seen its design before, but the runes on it look like it grants protection from..." Kayn thinks a moment, "Bees?" 

"Oh! Open this one now!" The corpse was odd, but he didn't know anything about medicine so he couldn't determine anything from it. If that one had a Amulet of Protection against Bees, the next one might have something even more interesting! Kayn heads over to the sarcophagus on the right. 

Both Veythe and Vasha lift the second sarcophagus's lid revealing the corpse of a vampire. It has a similar amulet to the last one and holds a decanter in its rotted hands. Kayn lifts the amulet from the corpse for closer inspection. "Another one of these?" He asks. He hands the amulet off to Vasha and takes the decanter. Water seems to slosh about within. He can tell the item is managical due to the material and the runes, but he has no idea what it does. He hands the decanter to Vesra and says, "I'll have to have a closer look at it when we're somewhere safe."  

Kayn turns to leave the room and tosses the large studded leathers to Ato. "They're pretty fancy and I think they're made for a woman, but it'll be better than what you're wearing now I think."  

After a few moments he looks over at Rez. "I'm not sure what this thing does... but if we're handing out ancient relics, you might as well get your share." He pulls the odd chitinous cloak from his pack and hands it to the vampire. 

Ato catches the bundle of armor that Kayn tosses his way, shaking it open for closer examination. Fancy indeed, and he expected he'd look a bit silly, but by the craftsmanship and the runes embroidered into them, he expected the armor had more to it than met the eye. Looking at the tattered and scorched mess that his current armor was, he didn't waste any time changing out of the one and trying on the other. As ready to get out of here as he was, he wanted to take the time to be better armored for whaever came next.

"How do I look," he asks with a grin and twirl. "Do we just get out of here, or try to recover the gnarlid and the gear it was carrying? What about the other door out of that room. We've found these few things, but it seems as if Vielara expected something more to be here."

Ato had discussed the information about the white aura radiated from the door's frame, and with that, Rezivah was surely not going into that room. The goblin proceeded safely, as well as the kor sisters and and human, retrieving any treasure from the tombs and corroded chest in the center of the far wall. With some minor talk, the merfolk received some rather dashing armor, and the goblin gave Rezivah a strange cloak.

Rezivah knew this chiton. It was the made of the shell of a large insect native to Guul Draz. These insects were known for their potent acidic venom. This cloak retained much of the creature's venom. Rezivah slipped it on, leaving the hood down. It's hood was rather frightening. "Thank you, Kayn. I believe it suits me. Now, where else is there to go?"

Veythe eyed the entire party with her lips pressed together. She glanced to Vasha, remembered the conversation they had together about Vasha's deal with Vielara, and furrowed her brow. As much fun as exploring the hedron had been--and now that the giddiness of being in somewhere new and maybe finding some interesting trinkets--the decanter Kayn snapped up certainly looked interesting, and Veythe loved her new lute--this entire endeavor felt a bit of a...bust. Veythe expected more.

"Question is," Veythe crossed her arms and cocked her hip as she eyed the vampire in Vielara's service, "have we gotten enough to satisfy the *****'s demands?" She looked to Kayn. "You seem to know most about hedrons, and so do you," Vethe jerked her head in Rezivah's direction and barely contained the sneer in her words. She still didn't trust the vampire. She didn't like Vielara at first, but now she loathed the woman and to find another in her dear employ really rubbed Veythe raw. "So tell me, have we gotten enough to make Vielara happy, or do we need something more?"

Veythe's words hardly hid accusation and suspicion. It angered Rezivah severely, and only confirmed her belief that these people judged her, and would never trust her. All of them, liars. Vagabonds, urchins. Deception seething from their mouths and resentment glowering from their eyes.

"Why should I know? You were the forsaken group employed to seek this hedron. You were the ones employed to open it! You're the ones employed to find what she wants! If none of you were smart enough to have Vielara tell you what you're looking for that isn't my damned fault, its yours! As far as I'm concerned, my assignment was done the moment I found the betrayers' lair. Why the **** have you fought so hard and risk your lives so often for a mission of acquisition is beyond me!"

Rezivah stormed off a several feet away from the group, putting her back against a corner of the chamber. Her face furrowed in ungraceful anger. These.. people.. questioning Vielara. Accusing me. This isn't just some hedron to Vielara. This was more than likely a test for these fools. If they died, oh well, get some more dolts to hedron-delve. If they survived and nothing was found, they passed. If anything was to be plundered, that was just a plus. But.. Vielara isn't ignorant, and she has methods and connections. If, a possible if, Vielara knew what was in this hedron.. Flashes of the abominations came to her mind. Writhing, screeching, skittering, slashing. Then the mountainous maw, swallowing her whole in unearthly silence and hunger. No.. She couldn't have known.. I couldn't believe that. I..

A look of horror dawned on the vampire's face.

..Does even Vielara lie to me?

Kayn just handed Rez the strange chitinous cloak and watched as she put it on. It was an odd item and was a bit terrifying to look at, but she wore it well. When Veythe asked her question and referred to their employer as a *****, Kayn gave her a look, narrowing his eyes. If people felt like they were misled in this expedition, perhaps they shouldn't be a part of the guild. 

Then Rezzie exploded. She had a point, but it was lost somewhere in her rambling tirade. 

"Very good," Kayn says. "Lets get out of here."  He starts to lead the group towards the Hedron entrance, but glances in the direction where his gnarlid may have died. "We don't really need anything that was left on the gnarlid," he says, "But if the basilisk egg survived it'd be worth quite a bit of gold."

After a few moments he adds, "I'm gunna try to get it." He snatches up the hedron key from the construct's remains and heads up the stairs to the crystal hallway.

Veythe scowled, and pressed her lips thin. Her eyes were solely on Rezivah now, and she completely brushed past Kayn and ignored him. "Honestly I detest the woman," Veythe snapped out sharply, "and I detest any that speak so highly of her. It wouldn't have been a problem if her damned tests weren't so utterly frustrating! I came to join a house of adventure, to better the world in some way, to live my life." Veythe stormed right into Rezivah's face. "Vielara I do not trust, and as you are one of hers, you I do not trust."

Veythe's lips curled into a snarl at the hurled insults and hissed out, "And if you think for a moment we didn't ask what she wanted, then you are a fool! We questioned, we talked about the route, we talked about the dangers, we talked about what she wanted and she was a vague, scheming, two-faced ***** the entire time!" Veythe uncrossed her arms and clenched her fists at her sides. "Her actions have damned her," she said coldly. "They show not a woman with sane goals in mind, but a controlling, conniving sneak-thief." Veythe leaned back. "So, little follower, what does Vielara like?" Veythe tilted her head. "Have we gotten enough to satisfy her? Or are you going to mope in the corner, confused and feeling like some child unwanted and unliked?"

As soon as the words left her mouth Veythe knew she'd hit some sort of nerve. Rezivah lunged at her, and quick as a flash Veythe slipped down into a mix of a split and a crouch with focused eyes. She waited for Rezivah to pop up above her, and the shoved forward and up to jam her head into Rezivah's nose with a growl. From the side a vine whipped past, but Veythe ignored it, focused on the frustrating vampire who didn't know shit.

Veythe turned her head away and breathed in sharply through her nose. She clenched her fists, but nodded toward Vasha.

"You are right," she said softly. "I do not apologize for my actions, but you are right." Veythe narrowed her eyes at Rezivah. "Do you have any idea if Vielara would be satisfied, or should we dare tread toward the one room we haven't visited?" Veythe glanced to Vasha. "I want to be sure she'll be satisfied."

Rezivah wildly lunged at the human. She was livid, but in her rage, her foe had gotten the best of her, nimbly dodging the attempt at grappling her and headbutting Rezivah's nose. Recoiling from the attack, Vasha took the opportunity to place herself between the two fighting women, giving some sound advice.

Veythe, for the moment, seemed to calm down and take what Vasha had stated to heart. Black mana still swirled Rezivah's fingertips. Whatever..

"If we're going to listen to what I say, Vielara would like to hear that this whole damn place was scoured, but, only greenhorns get into dungeons over their heads. A veteran-delver lives because they know when to leave, and comes back more prepared. Vielara sees more value in the latter." She rubs the blood running down her nostrils with her wrist, spitting some onto the floor. She felt.. this was only interrupted.

Kayn's ghost limbs start to wave uncontrollably as Rez and Veythe's little combat start. "Stop it," Kayn whispers. They do eventually stop when Vasha steps in between to two women, as if they were sad that the combat was interrupted. Such a strange group of people. They had just started to trust each other when a new face entered. It didn't help that she was a pupil of Vielara's. Conflicts happen though, and when you get a group like this together with no clear leadership you're bound to have drama. 

"If you're done," he says, "I'm going back to the trap room. You can wait for me at the entrance of the hedron." 

Kayn looks over to Vessie, "I'm going to need your help." He waves the hedron key and gestures for her to follow.