While peerless curses and steps back dropping his crossbow and drawing his dagger, Krieg clings to Vael and starts chanting yet nothing happens.
The thing gets up and the fire in its eyes glows briefly then fades, Vael can feel magic forming as he raises his crossbow and lets the bolt fly straight into its gaping hole of a chest, it losses control of the magic it was forming and blows apart showering the room with black icor and burnt flesh, acidic spray eats away at each of you the world goes black ................

the room is infinite blackness, you stand on a floor of stars against a black background, a brief light shines in the distance, you approach it.
A tall man sits atop a golden throne, he is shrouded in a black cloak but his old, aged face can be seen, eyes full of wisdom look at each and everyone of you.

"Well done the lot of you, who would have thought that ye would save a little town from darkness" he chuckles to himself......................................................................................................... You approach the temple of the dead, it is a fine sunny morn with only the faintest trace of clouds in the sky, the great doors of the temple are open and priests can be seen tending to the graves on the other side of a white picket fence. A human high priest comes out of the temple, his white and green robes fluttering slightly in the wind
he comes up to you.

"Is there anything i can help you with?"

[The end]

((OOC: ok give me a little while to sort everything out then i'll give you your exp, i'm fairly busy this week with exams so i may not get it done right now))
I have fought with the shadows at the edge of your vision.I have seen the faces that laugh at you in your nightmares.And you accuse me of being a madman. What right have you to judge what is sane and what is not?