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The doors of the crypt swung inwards at Neb's touch, raising a cloud of dust. He looked inside, and saw a row of sarcophagi along each wall of a long hall with a descending staircase at the end. Nothing out of the ordinary. The psionic walked inside, raising a cloud of dust with each step, senses intent in everything around him.
Neb was momentarily surprised at how calmly he was going about this, he had acted almost sanely for a while now, he had achieved clarity in the depths of madness it seemed. He shrugged at this, no matter, what mattered now was doing his master's bidding.
Neb had gotten half-way past the sarcophagi and to the stairs when he heard a creak behind him, then a slam, the crypt doors had closed. Everything was dark, he had forgotten to bring a torch! The psionic cursed his own foolishness when he heard more creaks, heard movement, he almost panicked, almost gibbered with fear.
He would be slaughtered in the darkness, defenseless and blind..... NEVER! Neb drew his blade and spoke it's name, the runes flared into life. The psionic smiled and looked around, the sarcophagi had opened and the occupants had left. Only a quick duck and roll allowed Neb to avoid a greatsword that was swung towards his head.
He backed up against a wall next to the crypt doors and did a quick count, 16 of them, 16 large skeletons each armed with a greatsword, this was bad. This was VERY bad. No chance to retreat though, so he might as well fight. Shouting out a random chaotic battlecry Neb charged forwards and sent the head of the first one flying with a slash from his sword.
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