OOC: I'll lay claime to both spots. Check my sig for Acthaiyne and Blackharrow.

This looks very promising, by the way. I can really appreciate your writing style. ^^

IC:

“Did you see where they went?” Acthaiyne whispered, his sword held out firmly before him.

Mathias narrowed his eyes as me moved down the corridor, nodding. “Yes,” he whispered in reply. “They moved deeper into the palace. Into that room, up there.” He looked down to his shield, and frowned at the fresh gouge deep into the wood. 'Quite a swing, he thought.

The doorway, along with everything else around them, appeared illuminated to the two. The walls, pillars, even the dust particles-- it all appeared vividly in shades of blue and green. Mathias’ alchemy had, again, come to purpose, giving them two long-lasting Nighteye potions. Acthaiyne hesitated a moment to study the structure of the area around him, before gently tapping Mathias’ armor, who turned to face him.

Looking back toward the doorway, Acthaiye spoke. “I think that is the throne room for this place,” he said, motioning toward it. “Look at the pillars. The layout is similar to the Cradian palaces.”

With a shake of his head, Mathias said, “I would say the design resembles Charnian dwarves rather than Cradians. Either way, though, I think you are correct; that does indeed look like doorway of a throne room. Be on your guard, friend-- if they’ve found the relic, then this fight just got much more deadly.”

The thought made the Thaumaturge grimace. 'If only I had taken another step before I slashed', he thought, I could have cleaved his head in twain instead of just the scathe on the eyebrow!'

Acthaiyne nodded gently in recognition before they crept to the doorway. They quietly huddled against the stone frame of the door; Acthaiyne bit his lip as the rough stone brushed against the gash in his shoulder from a stray slash of their opponents, and Mathias quickly leaned his head in, and withdrew it. It was confirmed. There were two masses of purple amidst the green and blue, and Mathias held up two fingers to his companion: a signal that both men were inside, armed, and ready for round two. Acthaiyne nodded, and made another signal in return-- a closed fist, quickly opening like an explosion. Mathias understood immediately.

Silently, he leaned his mace against his neck and pulled a palm-fitted glass vial from the pouch behind his shield. He motioned to Acthiayne-- a flat wave of his hand, indicating a barrier was necessary-- who replied with a nod. Then, the fireworks started.

Whipping his hand around the corner, the potion left his finger tips, doomed to smash against the dusty stone floor. As soon as he retracted his hand, Acthaiyne sealed a barrier over the door frame, locking both the enemies and the explosion into the room. Once the potion smashed open, the orange fluid would reacted immediately with the oxygen around it, and a flash of a firestorm would sweep into the room in the blink of an eye. The fire was hot enough to melt away skin and leather armor, sear wood and make red hot steel.

As soon as the sound of the flash fire passed, the two rushed synchronized into the room, weapons at the ready to clean up the two men, should they have absorbed the potion.