Kaldmit slightly leaned on Kayla for support. He then smelled something completly new to him. "Zu'u smell osos-fin rinik wuth. Wuth than zu'u." as he said this, he felt something burning the back of his throat and he growled in pain.

'Whatever it is, it's bad. Let's get the hell out of here.' Kayla sent the thought to every member of their little group. She began to urge Kaldmit to come with her towards the exit. 'Mara protect us.' She looked Kaldmit in his eyes, and smiled. 'I'll protect you too, okay?' She kept this thought between the two of them.

"Mu fen bo." Dreyon said, he could tell they were almost to the end. He couldn't wait to get to the end and get out of this hell-hole.

Kyron walked down the passage, tailspines standing alert. Just then, He heard the his of a sword leaving its scabbard. He turned around, using his night vision to see in the unnatural darkness, but he saw nothing and continued onward.

Kaldmit walked slow so the poison didn't speed through him. After a while he stopped and puked again. This time it was less purple and he looked at Kayla. "Krosis, Kayla."

Kayla smiled and shook her head. 'It's okay. I'm just happy to be getting out of here. And...um...well...nevermind. Let's go a little faster, we're falling behind.' Kayla began to walk only a little bit quicker as so she and Kaldmit would not get lost behind the expidition leader and the Lilmothiit.

Dreyon and Kyron had gotten quite ahead of Kayla and Kaldmit, and stopped when they cam to a large iron door. It was locked, and Dreyon had nothing to break through it with.

He and Kyron waited for the other two, hoping they had some means of getting through.

Kyron examined the lock. "Zu'u nis bex daar miiraad," he said. 

Kaldmit stopped leaning on Kayla and walked up to the door. He looked at it and tested his weight on it and it creaked under him. He then smiled and charged at the door, knocking it off it's hinges. "Bo." he said to the others as he walked through the doorway.

When Kaldmit left her side, Kayla hurried to stay as close to him as possible. She wanted everyone to think that it was because she ws going to offer him support if he required it. What she was really there for was to comfort him. She didn't know what was causing this attraction, as this was the first time she had met him. Wait...is this... Kayla looked up at him. 'Kaldmit, I feel like we've met before...have we?' She kept that between the two of them.

Dreyon's suspictions grew as he saw Kayla and Kaldmit, once again, together. Typically, two archaeologists don't get involved physically in the middle of an excavation, but they were no longer on an excavation, they were fighting for their lives.

Dreyon said nothing about it, and instead tunred and went through the room and to the next room. He stopped when the lights went out. it was now completely black.

Runes on the opposite wall began glowing, and Dreyon went to inspect them.

Kyron turned towards Kaldmit, examining him. "Saraan," he said, walking over to Kaldmit and examining the symbol on him. As he approached, the symbol on Kaldmit's chest and an identical symbol on Kyron's palm began to glow in unison. 

Kaldmit stopped walking and looked at his chest in confusion. He then turned to Kyron and saw the symbol on his palm also pulsing and sat down. "Los hi kiin do Oblivion?" he asked Kyron.

Kayla took one look at the expidition leader and laughed internally when he looked away. She was happier than she had been in a while, especially with Kaldmit. The only thing that confused her was the Oblivion symbol on his chest. And that evil little bastard Crowley sitting inside of his head. She was determined to get rid of it. After all, Kaldmit presented an unusually attractive figure to her. She had definitely been on a couple expiditions previously, but they weere never this crasy or attractive....even so, Kayla knew that she was going to figure out how to get that thing out of her new friend. As she was thinking about all this, sat next to Kaldmit no less, the lights went out. She then absentmindedly tossed a magelight out to provide everone with light. She pulled out her diary and began to record the happenings of the day. Or was it days...? Only then Nine knew. And maybe the Princes. And the rest of Tamriel.

Dreyon was inspecting the runes, which were glowing a bright blue and appeared to give off an unknown power. There were three lines of them and they curved around a half-circle statue with a dragons head at the top. Dreyon knew what it was: a word wall, or qethsegol. He knew since he wasn't Dovahkiin that he wouldn't be able to absorb the power this wall contained. But that didn't concern him, not now. Now he was worried about the sound of a coffin lid hitting the ground, a draugr breathing, drawing its sword. Dreyon knew he wasn't going to be able to defeat it while translating this word wall, so he turned around to fight it.

He prepared his axe and sheild, and charged. As he approached, a wall of lighting bolts shot forth from the draugr's mouth, scarring and burning him. Dreyon was temporarily stunned, and the draugr approached, greatsword ready.

Dreyon blocked the swing with his sword, but was knocked to the ground in the process. The draugr lifted the ebony greatsword high over his head, looked at Dreyon with evil, glowing eyes, and brought the sword down with great force.

The blow cut Dreyon's sheild clean in half, and left a bloddy mess in its wake. Dreyon was no more.