"Well, I think we should go right. Though I don't know if I can stomach it if those foul creatures defiled that holy place as well..." In Brenvull's head he already found the temple in shambles "In the old days people would have respect for religion. We should salvage what we can there"

When Lostur takes out the bag Brenvull chuckles: "Ah yes, I would want to give that a try" He takes out a ball and throws it bag in to the cavern. (8) 

(OOC: A giant elk appears, LOL.  I knew it!)

Considering Brenvull's and Lostur's words, Lorvax offers his opinions, "I must admit I was of the same mindset as you Brenvull.  Though I am not sure I am prepared for the desecration wrought to the Temple."  Lorvax's whole demeanour is filled with sadness, "Such needless defilement of the great Bahamut's temple... caused by lesser beings than He.  My thoughts were either there or the library, though I do not hold much hope for the condition of either."

Lorvax sighs heavily, though his spirits are slightly lifted by the appearance of the great Elk, "My word!  What a trick!  Here, let me have a go!"

Eagerly, Lorvax dips his hand into the bag and throws the furry object to the side of the great door: 1

((WOW - we're really dealing with extremes when using this bag!))

Letting out a whelp the furry object latches itself onto Lorvax's hand before he can throw it.  "What type of cursed being is this!" he roars before looking down at the weasel.  His expression turns sheepish, "I... uh... Lostur, some assistance please."

(OOC: A weasel appears.  Lostur is shook.  XD )

Watching Lostur stare at him dumbfounded, Lorvax screams, "The decanter!  Quick!"

Lorvax nods to the decanter currently hanging out of his backpack.

Lostur looks from the enormous elk to the tiny weasel, and remembers the throbbing pain of his finger.  Losing all patience, he lets out a mighty roar.

"YOU ARE MERE BEASTS!  YOU WILL OBEY US OR I WILL HAVE YOU FOR DINNER!" he snarls, pointing his yklwa at the elk and the weasel, respectively.

Intimidation: 23

The Elk gives an indignant snort and looks a little hard done by. The ferret having been summoned for the second time this day and remembering its previous fate sits bolt upright with its eyes wide open. The moment of silence that follows is broken by a small terrified fart and a guilty chitter from the weasel.

Lostur nods in satisfaction and crosses his arms, giving the weasel one last hard stare.  "Right.  So wherever we're going, I say you make that little bastard walk first and look," he says to Lorvax.  "Better him than us if something nasty's waiting."

Brenvull approaches the Elk and makes sure he will follow his instructions and no sudden movements. For now the instruction will be to follow. 

"As I said. I prefer the temple.. But Lovax makes a fair point... I think I can take it... Let's go." He takes a moment and a big breath and is ready to go. "Sending the little beast ahead sounds like a good idea"

You choose to head toward the temple following the wide passage which eventually takes a sharp turning to the left. In many places the walls and ceiling have begun to crumble and all of the tapestries and decorations that once adorned this place have passed to rot and ruin. Looking up you see masses of webbing covering the ceiling above and from time to time you see the shifting of large shapes in the shadow. Dust lifts up from the ground with every step you take.

OOC: Roll for perception and decide your default marching order in OOC chat please :)

"As you say Brenvull, it would make sense to send the beasts ahead... they should serve as a suitable distraction should anything be waiting."  Striding forward, Lorvax will stand towards the front of the group.

Perception: 4

As you move along the tunnel you find yourselves approaching a shimmering wall of pale blue energy. It appears to be blocking the entire passage. What is more concerning is that on your side of the energy wall you see at least six skeletons sprawled out on the ground facing you. They are all humanoid and they are all coated in a thick layer of grey dust.

Lostur perception: 21

"... are those the remains of those human mage bastards?" Lostur says hopefully.  He looks over at the wall of blue energy and scratches his head.  Then, leaning down, he picks up a stray bit of stone from the rubble and lobs it at the energy wall.

Kray, who has been silent while the other played with the bag and the summoned creatures, moves a little bit anxious towards the Temple. That were her home. The place when she trained to become a warrior of Bahamut. She still feel her heart racing when she remembers the day she took her oaths, with Lord Balorian presiding the ceremony. She wasn’t sure to be ready to see it crumbled do to the pass of time and careless years. Those halls were meant to last forever. 
When they find the skeletons she kneels in front of one and takes the skull, trying to answer Lostur question. 

(perception: 6 )

The skeletons appear to be goblinoid, a mixture of goblins, bugbears and hobgoblins. It appears that some of them found a way past the golden doors after all. Kray, you note the skull feels dry and dusty in your grip and as you hold it it begins to crumble away.

Lostur your rock passes harmlessly through the wall of energy and clatters on the ground beyond.

Clutching her fist Kray crushes the skull with a curse. 

"That scum has passed but it seems they found their just retribution." she says "Let's see this energy field.. it could be the cause of the demise of the trespassers."  

She takes another bone and touches the field with it. 

Nothing happens when you touch the field with the bone, but just like the skull, after a few moments holding it the bones starts to crumble to ash.

„Huh.“ Lostur shambles over to the weasel, picks it up, and hurls it through the barrier.

The weasel lands on the other side with a squeal. It appears to be unharmed.

"Hmmm I would have imagined that would affect the little beast... As I told you before I could talk to this vile dead creatures if we think we need. Let me think if I know anything about a force field." And Brenvull looks thinkfully up towards the ceiling. 

((Does Brenvull know anything about defense mechanisms like this forcefield? History: 7))