Voren looked at the man, a quizzical gaze settling upon him. "<span style="color: #8000FF">Leader? We're not really a group. Only the man in blue over there and I are together."</span>He turned toward Amlugeth, giving her a bit of an amused look. "<span style="color: #8000FF">How do you manage to fall asleep in the middle of a zombie attack? That takes some serious-</span>" He stopped talking mid-sentence as he noticed a large blue orb flying up into the sky, exploding with a dazzling light. Arith was sending him a signal to come to him, since he was out of hearing distance. Voren turned back to the group, his expression uncharacteristically serious. "<span style="color: #8000FF">That's Arith. We need to go there now, he must have found the death mage. Let's go.</span><br/><br/>He began running in the direction the magic signal had come from, and under a minute later, was beside Arith with the rest of the group. They stood in front of a large crypt, intricate designs depicting skulls, human bones, angels, and other macabre things on adorning the front.<br/>Arith spoke quietly. "<span style="color: #0080FF">It's in here. I can feel it. We need to kill this thing quickly or it could get out of hand. We don't want anybody here dying. Let's go."</span>He touched his hand to the door of the crypt, a blue glow emanating from the stone he touched. Cracks began to rapidly spread throughout the stone before it crumbled into pieces, falling to their feet. The group looked inside, finally seeing the grisly sight that was the reanimated death mage. It turned towards them, looking with its snow white, dead eyes. It spoke with a deep rasp, the voice vibrating through their very beings. "<span style="color: #000000">Who dares disturb my crypt? You shall pay with your lives.</span>"