The elven fighter thief moves into the room carefully, he's sickened by how many skeletal remains are down here, in this bowels of this fake Mystran temple. He doesn't know what could be down here, in what seems to be the home of the snakes, Have they fed on all these bodies he wonders as he moves some of the bones around with the tips of his boots. He squints in this darkness, looking around, searching for a glint of metal, like coins or jewelry, in the pile of bones.

Knowing the others will be moving on quickly, looking for survivors, Ryx turns around and looks at the altar. Remembering the altar upstairs, Ryx wonders if this altar could be hiding something sinister also. He searches for a compartment, similar to the one the altar upstairs had.

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Power... Ryxikor Ravensclaw, fully believes he will return to his former glory. The leader of an outlaw gang, he was called onto for his skills to adventure deep into the caverns of the underdark with a group of heroes. Leaving his band of cutthroats to his second in command, only to have a mutiny break out during his absence, the elven fighter rogue, Ryx, scouts for the group of heroes as they trek through the bowels of the underworld. The group of heroes had only known Ryx for a short period of time, little did they know of the perils and dangers they dealt with regularly in the world of darkness was every bit as harrowing as what Ryxikor put them through. A few, seemingly led by a snobbish paladin, swore they would never travel with the likes of Ryxikor Ravensclaw again, and they haven't to this day. Whats left of their remains lost somewhere in the underworld, only Ryx and one other making it out alive, if they had only listened to and followed the roguesh elf, they'd still be alive, making others throw-up at their constant consultations about living the goodly godly life. Now Ryx finds himself with another group of adventurers, trying to save the world, or at least a sister, what will the unpredictable elf do as he bides his time. He grips the hilt of his drow dagger organripper, a powerful reminder of what he lost, lucky he made it out with his life. For now he waits....Power is yet to come