Kneeling beside the ancient wall, I looked back at the grizzled wizard. His eyes scanned over the wall, then nodded. "The gossip among the village is that the tomb is here. However, they also warned of a hidden door and many, many traps, so we must be ever vigilant." he said, not only to me, but to the rest of the party. I nodded, then resumed my work, hands carefully working over the scarred stone until I found a single loose brick. Pressing upon it, the wall let out an audible click, then slowly began to swing inwards. Before us lay a dark and ancient chamber. "Places like this..." I stated, not looking back, but scanning the darkened room before us. "...are often filled with traps, so be ca-" I stopped short as a larger form swept passed me. "I've seen many of these before. This is nothing." he boasted, striding into the room. 'There's always one...' I thought. I began too soon, forgive me. I am known as Lunarius Equinnas, a rouge and explorer by trade. Usually, I work alone. This particular stretch of bad luck began in a tavern, as most of my jobs do, where I met a powerful wizard and his companion, a rather gruff looking knight. The two were gathering members to join them on a most rewarding adventure into the catacombs nearby. The wizard, by name of Gentalimus, said that he had been hearing rumors of the ancient spirits there escaping from the crypt, meaning that the spells and purifications of this place must have been tampered with or broken. "Often times, once the purity is driven out, the dead will rise. Horrific sights, truly, but that is why we must be prepared. My companion, Braxton, and I have spent days searching for the right people for this." he spoke. "How is it you came to find me?" I asked, skeptical of his claims. "Your reputation precedes you, Lunarius." His level tone and lack of inflection left me wondering if this was a compliment or an insult, either way, I was interested in this journey. The rewards were rather promising. "For now, we gather." Braxton spoke. It shocked me. I was under the impression that he didn't speak, for some reason. Perhaps it was simply his demeanor. He looked up from his ale and studied me for a moment. "There will be more, and we will meet here in two days time." Gentalimus nodded. "If you are truly interested in joining us, I might recommend taking this time to learn all you can, as well. Perhaps you can lern more than either of us." He turned to Braxton, who fixed him with a rather stern look. "It is his specialty, Braxton. There's no need to judge." Two days time. It was more than enough time to prepare, honestly, but there were still things I felt as though I was not being told. I had been in this town for almost two weeks, but I had never seen nor heard of these two before, nor anything of their gathering party. Perhaps it was nothing, but my instincts said otherwise. Either way, it was enough time for me to gather what information I could as well as supplies needed. The supplies were easier to gather than the information. What I learned about them was little, but enough to gain a somewhat more coherent picture. They were travelers, obviously, but there were of some merit. Gentalimus was rather famous to the south for expelling a necromancer from a rather large crypt. Nothing to scoff at. My run-ins with necromancers were...not pleasant. It is rather hard to slit the throat of a zombie and expect it to die. Gentalimus went in alone, faced down a rather sizable number of the undead, and defeated the necromancer. Color me impressed. Braxton, as well, carried some fame with him. A former instructor for a small city militia, he decided to move on from there, seeking better combat techniques and more recruits to gather into the growing populace. I know of the city from which he hails. Rather quaint place, near the ocean. Peaceful, save for some bandits and raiders who live in the nearby countryside. However, if he was out like this, I'd wager that the city is more than safe these days.