Roger
*Kaisa would know what this one meant, she had seen this several times. She would kneel and bow, exposing her neck and head to the statue*
John
*As Syele would kneel before the swordsman, the statue would seemingly sheath its sword and knee infront of her as well. Shortly after the orange light from the runic stone would stop glowing followed by the familiar sound of something dropping to the ground. Infront of Syele would be runic stone with an orange sword symbol on it.*

*Almann approaches the battlemage the runic stones around it would glow violet. The inscription on the pedestal reads*

"I, the warrior of the staff, shall grant you the key of effort, but only if you are worthy. Show me your works, else I shall take your wasted potential."

*The mage would then point its staff an Almaan and a lighter purple sigil would appear beneath his feet*

*As Kaisa would kneel before the knight and bow, exposing her neck and head to the statue, the knight would raise his shield and bring it down on her neck. However, just as it makes contact with her skin the knight halts its blow and sheaths back its shield. Like with the other statues, Kaisa would see a runic stone with a blue shield on it drop from the pedestal.*
Brandie
"Well, I suppose that leaves me to take on the rogue."

*Standing up to a poised and upright position, Arthur picked up his Halberd from off of the floor, walking apprehensively towards the Rogue statue. He had no idea what this one would be about; perhaps a test of agility or wits? After all, rogues were especially niche in those aspects. He felt revitalized, even if it was after a short while, and closed in on the statue, facing it eye to eye as he looked at it with a solemn silence*
Roger
*Kaisa shivers in fear. She knew the statue wouldn't harm her, but that was cutting it close. She picked up the rune, and the key of sacrifice lay in her hand. She remembered her sacrifice. She could have ended her life when she became a vampire, to end this eternal life of misery and embrace peaceful death. Instead, she chose to continue. People around the world would suffer from the monstrosities of the world. She couldn't just take the easy way out, no matter how appealing it could be. She had to protect the others, the other people who couldn't defend themselves, to protect them from the same fate that fell upon her*

*If there are any other statues, she stands up and faces that one. If not, she lets Arthur take on the Rogue and looks around the room, after all, the statues did say keys*
Ranae
_Almann concentrates. Perhaps the statue wishes to see his mana? Perhaps his attack spells? His weren't that impressive, but they had been reliable in the past._

_Almann decides to conjure up a Bronze Lance. Instead of shooting it out of his palm, he instead attempts to levitate it with his mana, pouring what magic he has into the lance to increase it's properties and perhaps change it's shape. He sits on the floor, concentrating what mana he has and keeping his mind clear and calm._

_Almann holds out his hand, with his palm facing the ceiling. First, the image of his trusty lance comes to mind, next, he will have to modify it in a way that would show his work. He imagines his tools, etching designs and runes into the magic lance, and the lance slowly coming out of the palm of his hand engulfed in his metallic mana. It has to be what he imagined as his magical magnum opus, a holy bronze lance with runes and other designs, sharper than some of the best crafted swords, and sturdier than any metal forged with, able to pierce any armor he wishes it to pierce. To the lance he will attach metal feathers, rings, and other designed trinkets to enhance these effects on the lance. Finally, where he is supposed to hold the land where it is couched, he attempts to visualize a leather, bronze colored holder, capable of cushioning it's underneath the rider's arm, and serve as a comfortable grip for those who wish to wield it another way._

```Almann summons his 'Bronze Lance', costing 15 mana. However, with the extra mana poured out into the lance, he uses twice as much, hoping for the visual and physical improvements his pictured in his mind. This leaves him 70/100 mana left.```
John
*As Arthur approaches the Rogue statue the runic stone around it would glow indigo. The description on the pedestal would read*

"I, the warrior of the dagger, shall grant you the key of charity, but only if you are worthy. Let not greed consume you, lest you loose everything you truly value"

*The rogue statue would then pull out 2 daggers, one in each hand and take a crouching position*

*There were no longer anymore statues in the room, thus Kaisa would be free to look around. She would notice the smoke in the room getting even thicker and would start to feel a slight cough building up once more. Visibility was starting to deteriorate once more. However, it would still be clear enough for Kaisa to notice the door in that back. Amusingly everyone was so focused on that statues that it seemed they didn't even try to examine the door inside the room. As Kaisa approaches it she would see that the door would have no handle, similar to the one in the last room, but would have 7 empty slots across its surface.*

*As Almann casts his spell and focus tremendously on the details the light purple sigil the mage summoned would light up, and before your very eyes you would see your lance dissipate. The mage continue to stare at you with the runic purple lights still glowing in the background.*
Roger
*Kaisa's cough was getting worse, and this was not good. She had to get out of this room fast. She would walk up to the door and examine the small slots*

"I think *Cough* I found *Cough cough* The way out!" *Violent coughing*
Ranae
_Almann scratches his chin and turns to those not occupied by the statues._

"Aye..." _Almann holds up two of his runes_

"They require these, there's still two more runes to be had. The mage doesn't like my magic. Care to try?" _He looks to Kaisa_
Thomas
*Coughing* "Are you kidding me? Last time *Cough* I used it *Cough cough* I almost suffocated us all" *Another coughing fit*
Neal
*Syele would speak up over to Almann.* "What is magic worth to a mage? Can he not already do that to begin with, Almann. So, try to show him something physical that's been your pride and joy or any personal item actually made by your hands." *She spoke out, picking up the rune while trying to hold back actual tears... She hadn't cried in years and she'd been damned if she was going to cry now. Syele picked up the sword as she went and walked over to the door that Kaisa mention and placed her rune to it.*

"If it doesn't accept that, then let me give it a try in a moment." *She stated plainly, her emotional state quickly washing away back to her typical dead eye self.*
Brandie
*"Let greed not consume you?" That was something, coming from a statue that embodied thievery and criminals. He paused, pondering the irony of the situation. Could this, perhaps, be one of the gentleman thieves he read about in stories? Could such things really exist? He certainly had heard of them in children's stories, namely Blobin Nood, the thief who had stolen money from the poor and gave them to the rich... Or was it the other way around? Either way, it was odd to see something like this in a dungeon. Let loose everything he truly valued? What did he value? He certainly valued his life, but he didn't want to kill himself right then and there. It probably wasn't as obvious as just gold too; that could be the wrong answer, after all. He looked to his halberd/sword, Rasmus. He had taken a dear liking to the weapon, having carried it throughout the years as his main tool of fending off rogue thieves and bandits. Looking down on his weapon with a sort of solemn silence, Arthur decided to kneel down on a single leg, laying his halberd down in front of the statue. He stood up, and took out his lute as well; perhaps he could play... A song? He valued music deeply, after all. Breathing in, he opened a single eye as he looked towards the rogue.*

"This is all I can offer, but allow me to bestow the gift of music on you. It may not be much. But I value it with all my heart."

*He began to play.*
Ranae
_Almann thinks again. All he had was what he had on him. He left his most expensive project at his shop, for obvious reasons. Every weapon and piece of equipment though he has modified, tinkered with, sharpened, and maintained._

_He takes out his silver dagger, something he made himself to ward off werekin and other evils. He places it within the light purple ring._

_He unsheathes Horemheb, the sword, before being unlocked with enchantments, required him to maintain it. Bronze does rust slowly over time, who knows how old the blade was? It took him days and several metal brushes to get rid of the old oxidation, another week to procure the leather and make the hilt to his liking. It was another gift from his foster father. He places it within the circle._

_He unclips his bronze ear-rings, his first projects. They were precious artifacts of his foster father, and objects he planned to enchant later. He always felt a warm energy from them. He places these as well inside of the light purple circle._

_Lastly, his silver pendant. Though not of his making, the pendant had also been maintained by Almann religiously. The pendant features a four point star one side, and a rearing ibex on the other. He has polished it every day since he was able to hold a rag. It has always been around his neck. It pains him, but he also places this within the circle._
John
*As Arthur places his valued sword infront of the rogue and play his lute, the rogue statue would simply pick his sword, open its stone pouch and through some magical means stuff Remus into it till it disappears into the bag. The rogue would then assume a a readied stance again with its daggers head out as the indigo light fades out from the runic circle. Shortly after the familiar sight of a rune stone drops to the ground from the pedestal with a indigo dagger symbol on it*

*As Almann places all his projects that he had worked on the light purple sigil would slowly fade away till it completely disappears. The mage would then sheath back its staff as the familiar sight of a rune stone dropping occurs with the symbol of a violet staff on it*
Neal
*Syele simply waited for the others to finish with their statues and leaned kneel down against the wall doing her best not to take in anymore smoke. Her breathing was already fuzzy and just getting worse as they went on. It was also at that moment her face just had an odd expression on it as she watched Arthur's prized sword get taken into oblivion... It asked him not to be greedy, but never said it wouldn't take an arm and a leg if it was given.*

"Honestly, this is becoming costly for all of us... To our health, gear, and spirit. I sure do hope that the boss pays us better than any job we've done yet or this will bankrupt us or kill us before we're done."
Ranae
_Almann gathers his things, and takes his three runes to the door. He observes closely at the rune slots on the door._

"We'll see." _He responds to Jackal_

_ There are seven slots, obviously, but they are unmarked. It's probably booby trapped. Great. Almann looks back at the order of the statues. Which one of the guardians came first? Closest to the door? He simply doesn't know. He observes instead the formation of the slots, seeing if they form some sort of pattern or hold some sort of shape that might hint to which order they go in. Perhaps there are hints from the statues as well? They didn't have enough time, but he had to be careful not to set anything off._
Brandie
*Arthur watched as his sword disappeared into the bag of the rogue, looking in awe as he finished his song. Slowly walking over to its vicinity, he picked up the rune with the indigo dagger on it, staring at the rock. Looking back and forth between the rune and the bag, Arthur had to do several double takes before he realized what just happened. Slipping the rune into his pocket, Arthur stared back at the statues eyes.*

"You serious? You fucking serious?" 

*Taking his lute, he smashed it over the rogues head. That sword... It was special to him. He wasn't about to just let it go like that; he would do whatever it took to get it back from the bronze, lifeless freak. Smashing the lute over its head multiple times, he was enraged at the fact that he had one of his most important assets stolen from him. STOLEN! LIKE... AS IF HE WAS THE SUBJECT OF A ROBBERY!*

*...*

*Wait. Was... Did... Did he just get fooled like that so hard? Did he really just get tricked... As if he were a fool? Fuck this, he wasn't going to have any of it anymore. He walked straight up to the statue, igniting one of his hands on fire to an extreme degree. He was prepared to cast Enveloping Hell, as the flame was still in the condensed, ignited form. He held it up to the statue's head, waiting for the bronze to melt to his fire.*

``` Enveloping Hell Cast (?) Remaining mana: 135/170 ```
Roger
*Kaisa would be studying the door for and the statues, attempting to find something between their position and the door. She would then hear Arthur yell in rage* "You serious? You fucking serious?" *And sees him banging on the rogue statue. She turns back to the door, thinking again, and the turns back to Arthur, and her eyes open wide in fear, and screams, but she can tell it is too late*
John
*Looking at the slots formation Almaan would see that each slot would be in an upside-down U like row, with a total of 7 rows. There is a design on the door but given the smoke it is hard to make out what it is*

*As Arthur let out his frustrations and walk up the statue with Enveloping Hell in his hand the rune stone in his pocket would visibly glow through it before letting loose a loud explosive sound along with thick black smoke, deafening and blinding him. He would then feel a sharp pain through his chest. Looking down he would once more see the beautiful hilt of Remus, but the one wielding was not Arthur as he noticed the familiar metallic fingers wrapped around the handle. The ringing in his ear would then begin to sound like a deep metallic voice*

"Charity comes from the heart... But it seems greed has filled that void instead"

*Arthur would then feel the enveloping Hell he had help on standby go off in his hand. What was this sensation? It felt hot? The smell, the pain? Focusing through the thick black smoke that surrounded him he would see the flames of enveloping him surrounding him but why was he smelling the familiar scent of burnt flesh when he was trying to melt a statue? It would then hopefully dawn to him what was happening*

*Everyone else would see Arthur let loose his rage as he attempted to attack the rogue statue. However, the rune stone he had stored in his pocket would seemingly explode, causing a moderate amount of ringing in your ears. Thick black smoke would be seen completely enveloping Arthur, but the smoke was quickly expanding and filling up the room. The rogue statue was also no where to be seen*
Roger
*What the hell had just happened? Arthur had seemed planning on melting the statue, but it obviously backfired. Literally. The explosion left a ringing sensation in her ear, but what concerned her more was the fact that black smoke had started to fill up the room, and Arthur couldn't be seen. She would attempt to get closer, trying to figure out what happened to him*
Ranae
_Fools, the lot of them. Now Almann wasn't sure they could proceed forward. They didn't have the 7 runes now. He wasn't prepared to make sacrifices while working, and he payed the price._

_It's started to get harder to breathe. This was all so frustrating, they had pushed so far and have gotten nothing. Potentially two of their teammates are out of commission, there is now 3. The three left (Almann included) are battered and exhausted. A crock of shit this is, all of it._

_He turns back around. Almann can't see anything. He'll collect the runes first and see what he can do from there. What if they leave and the doors close up again? Would they have to redo the first trial? What if the runes in his pocket explode when he tries to leave? He'd have to collect them first, that's what matters. They cannot afford to fail._

"Follow my voice!" _Almann coughs_

"I need the runes, I'll keep track of them so you guys can focus on yourselves and on taking care of Arthur!"
Thomas
"Here!" *She tosses the shield tune to Almann*
Neal
*Syele would simply blink at the entire matter while she went fully back down on the floor with a piece of cloth over her mouth. She didn't want to inhale anymore and she would have to be awake to heal Arthur since it seemed the statue was reflecting the damage onto him instead.*
Brandie
*Arthur was engulfed with fury. He had kept beating the statue as he noticed black fog blimd and deafen him. Quickly stopping, he attempted to look around; nothing. Just black as far as the eye can see. He would turn and turn, but see nothing, even with the flame in his hand.*

*Then, he felt it.*

*The cool slipping of metal piercing through his abdomen, sliding itself through his body. Pain flaring all over his body, his nerves screamed in torture as a blade was shoved through his armor, sliding through his left lung. As the sword exited his body, he felt the scent of burned flesh come from his stomach. What kind of sword could have this power? Except... He knew none besides his own. His creation, his pride.*

*Looking down, he saw his own sword, Rasmus, the Shatterer of Ideals, pull out from his chest, the black and red blade stained with the crimson of his lung. The wound wasnt bleeding; rather, it was nore or less dried because of the heat from the sword. He stumbled. He kneeled. He... Fell. Clutching his stomach, Arthur coughed up plenty of blood over and over again as he knelt and looked up at the towering bronze figure in front of him. It had his sword, HIS sword, and was staring down on Arthur with a look of disappointment, if statues could do that.*

"Charity comes from the heart... But it seems that greed has filled that void instead."
John
*The statue would then drop the sword infront of him, and return to its pedestal, reverting to its neutral stance once more. However the words " Let not greed consume you, lest you loose everything you truly value" Would echo through Arthur's head as the black smoke fades away and the ringing in his ears dull out. However, he would not be met with much comfort as smoke has heavily contaminated this room as well, making it hard to breath. If the group does not leave soon they would start suffocating once more*
Thomas
"Arthur! Come on, let's get you out of that"
Roger
*She would attempt to guide him through the smoke and fetch the key out of his pocket, but cannot find it. She does however, get the key for the fist*