“Let’s follow our main quarry as quickly as possible,” urged Hasan. “While we will catch none unawares at this point, we may yet catch them unprepared.” The driven Elyan elf moved forward to the main bronze doors impatiently, although he slowed himself enough to train his hunter’s ears to them before opening, hoping that he may gain some clue of what to expect on the other side.
The dwarf silently glowered at the thought of how close he’d come to crossing that boundary and joining the statues. Not a fitting end for a warrior—no, not at all.
As Hasan pressed forward, Feldard gave himself a mental shake and hurried to catch up, leaving the lead with the elf for the moment but maintained a close second. He gave a passing glance to the two reinforced wooden doors, but had no time to ponder what lay beyond as Hasan pressed on.
“Isn’t this all a little hasty?” called Miklos from behind the group.
As the elf had brushed smoothly passed him, Nicolai had frowned and watched as he cocked his ear at the door and scrabble for the handle. He’d missed several points of safety and certainly no attempt at stealth. Which was mostly why Nicolai was standing next to Miklos when Hasan tried the door.
Ever present, the priest stood next to Feldard. He turned to him and winked. His gazed returned to the door and what lay beyond.
They were now in a 30-foot square room. Golden doors stood in the center of the north, south and west walls. In the center of the room a 15-foot tall white stone obelisk rested on a short golden pedestal. In elegant old Elven script, words were carved in the front.
Beyond the temples of elements three,
Above riches of ages past,
The Eye does dwell.
Touch Opal Black to Obelisk Pure,
Light shall swallow Dark,
As thou complete the Spell.