(Yeah, isn't it a little dangerous?)

"Shouldn't we look for him?!" The blizzard muffled out his voice; the others could barely hear him. 

Falin slowly shook her head. "It would mean death."

Sauriil staggered through the force of the Orb. Eventually he made it to the Orb, and placed his palm on it. Then, he blacked out.

Makor lights a pipe and offers it "It'll keep you warm." 

YolGoraagSingh

Makor lights a pipe and offers it "It'll keep you warm." 

(Finally! Someone thought of a solution!)

StrunLokSingh

(Finally! Someone thought of a solution!)

(:D, but dragons can's smoke) 

StrunLokSingh

(Finally! Someone thought of a solution!)

(I got stuff blocking the wind at least :P )

Ahkrinfeynvokun

(I got stuff blocking the wind at least :P )

(But not a solution for the intended problem. But yes, at least you did that. Expect more scenarios!)

(Also, please check the rules regularly, as I may add to, or change, them.)

(I didn't get to kill ennething or use Black Fire :P meh)

Sauriil woke up. He wasn't in the temple. He was somewhere else. Someplace strange. Large, sharp teeth-like pillars shot up, at an angle pointing to the the others. (IMAGE)

The orb stood in front of him, guarded by a creature of his nightmares. It had the body of a mortal, but its face changed. From Mithron, to Dovahthur, to Mortha, to her corrupted form. And one more face. Sauriil's face. Then something unexpected happened, its body changed. The changing faces stayed, but the body was horrid, made of skinned mortals, grasping at the air, screaming, as if they were on fire. (Some imagery: LINK)

Sauriil charged his Dire Shockball, engulfing it in Divine Fire. The ball of lightning spun, while golden light swirled in and out of it. 'Come.'