Ragnos opened his eyes to greet the noise of the two warriors squabbling. The initial shock of two others standing near him faded. His heart rate remained low, and his nerves remained untouched. He slipped his hand over to his sword and then, in a flash, was on his feet.

It was the dead of night, Ragnos was at his prime. He grinned at the two men who now stood facing him.

"Gentlemen," Ragnos began "I certainly don't hope you're planning on getting the liches tome." At that, Ragnos laughed and unsheathed his sword.

He stepped between the two men to stand in front of the gate. He tapped the gate twice with his sword to test it. He raised his arm and with a crashing noise brought the gate to rubble with the blood moon. A faint red crescent hung in the air where the sword had cleaved the gate, then vanished.

Ragnos turned to face the two men. "I guess its who ever gets to the roof first then..." With a laugh he began to run up the never ending marble staircase.

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