"Nice try you-" the mage managed to say before Lunalathhit him with her blue demon staff. It was sharp from the other end, so she had used it like a sword. He threw up his sword in time to block a secound flurry of slashes and thrusts, before he returned his own counter attack. Faulkorn quickly threw back his sword and upset an entire shelf full of magical artifacts, throwing them about the room. Lunalath yelled of pain when a holy symbol of Paladine hit her to the cheeck, leaving a silvery scrape to her skin.. It felt like it had burned to the bone, but Luna was too berzerk to care that much. With Dyami at her side she knew they could tear this mage down. Though somewhere in the back of her mind, she realized that after that, she would have to deal with Dyami too.. "I gave you a chance dark elf, your attempts to summon your lover are futile, and for your folly I will slay you and find a way to banish his soul forever," Faulkorn threaded and charged forward and locked blades with Lunalith, both fighters attempted to out-push the other. The draconian was a mage, and therefor not as strong as most fighters, but then again, he didn't have to rely on weapons. Lunalathn saw a large shadowy figure rose up from behind her, but as she was about to cast a destroying spell, a turrent of ice blasted it to pieces, and another wave of ice hit Faulkorn. He lay on the floor panting, and looked around. "I will kill you all, each and every one of you!" Faulkorn spat. "None can stand before-" Lunalath stepped forward and drove her staff into the mages chest, twisting it to make sure he would die. She twisted it again, strongly... just to hear Faulkorns ribbs snapping. ### After the dark mage was killed, Aelor realized how cold the cave had turned into.. He gazed at the demon Dyami had turned into and shiwered. Though the eyes of Lunalath seemed to be blind, when the mage turned her gaze upon Aelor, just for a second, he felt that the mage saw him better than ever before, looking deep through his body and mind.. The females started to rival against each others, Dyami circling around Lunalath, like a hunter around it's prey. Lunalath started to chant with a strong voice and Aelor saw Dyami's movement slowing down. ''You're parents blood is withing this staff.. It is your own blood, Dyami,'' Luna saaid to the demon. Demon screeced with voice full of fustration.. As he finally realized that he could do something else than just stand there useless, Aelor turned around and looked at the altars. There were three shining lights; white, red and black that more seemed to suck out the light than shine it. Panic rose inside him as he realized that he had no idea which god he had to pray to resurrect his dead brother.. He grabbed Dack from his sleeve and asked for his help.. He hoped they could find the artifact together. Aelor started to look at the artifacts, one at the time. There were weapons and garments, necklesses and rings. Some were made so that one could easily see what the artifact was made for, but then there were just plain objects, like a green coat. He mumbled something to himself, praying to find the object. Then it was there, a small necklace in which was a maiden standing beside a grave, pulling a smiling man out from the grounds embrace.. And the most important: it had Mishakals symbol on it, the goddess who was considered good. At that point Aelor knew for certain it had been right to go off to this journey, to raise Svartnir again. So he grabbed the artifact and placed it around his neck, pressing it against his own heart, hoping from the bottom of his heart that his dead brother would come back to life... ...but then, everything went wrong. ...Dyami and Lunalath still had their battle raging, Luna was trying to prizon the demon with the power of her staff and Dyami threw all her ice spell on Luna's protection shields. One thick shard flew threw the air and hit Aelor's back, and flew out from his stomack. Everything went dark as he hit the ground.. ...Svartnir was being reanimated back from the dead, almost alive and not dead anymore. He craved for life again. He was different from other elves that way.. He didn't fear disturbing the dead. He wanted to live. He had even refused to go on from Limbo to afterlife because he was sure that his fiancee Lunalath would save him from death. His heart felt joy as he saw that it was his brother Aelor who held the sacred artifact in his neck.. and his heart felt terror as he saw Aelor falling to the ground... ...There was a silver compass in the red altar, made for travellers so they could always find home. It would take them there directly, all they needed to say, was: ''Home''. And that was exactly what Dack whispered as he held the compass in his hands. He couldn't foresee the consecuenses of that action. But he realized it as the red whirl surrounded the whole group. taking them with it to another world... ### To her realief, Lunalath saw that she had managed to imprizon the demon after all as the whirl vanished from around them. BUt to her horror, she saw Aelor and Svartnir both lying on the ground, both with only a bit of life in them. Thee resurrection of her beloved had gone terribly wrong after the whirl had come. Ther were bits of his body still missing and the moaning he left out of his throat was unstandable.. Aelors back was broken, Luna could see it from the twisted position he was lying on, to her wonder still alive. But he was silent...around her the other members of the group started to tend to the wounded ones. Lunalath didn't even move, she just collapsed to the ground.