<strong><em>When Diran arrives, the room is suddenly lit by well-placed torches. Upon observation, our adventurers would see gold and jewels in large piles around the room, untouched and dusty. The room itself was smooth, as though never weathered or tested by time despite the hole in the wall. To the left of Diran and Linai was a door, sealed closed by means unknown to immediate observation. To the right, was a throne-shaped altar, with a few blood stains but otherwise untouched for some time.</em></strong><br/><br/>The old god felt his strength coming more as Diran landed in the room where he layed dying until now. He could see him fully, the image clear, and flexed some of his returned strength by lighting the torches around the room to see better. He smiled, and concentrated on bring himself to visibility. It took some time and strength, but it could be done<br/><br/>On Diran's landing, and soon Linai, the altar-throne seemed to go alight with fire! In small waves was it covered building up and into a form that shimmered into recognition. The god smiled at Diran the entire time, his face like that of a skull with small horns at the top. His hands and feet were clawed, where they were once soft and welcoming. The robe was tattered, black and dusty, and the god had a necklace of stone-beads around his neck.<br/><br/>"Welcome, my child, and Linai. To my temple." The old god said without strain. Looking to Diran, his smile remained. "Diran Felero, son of my former priest Murex. It was too bad he came to a swift death by those who left me behind. I wish vengeance for what they did to me, and what they did to your father, Diran. I wish for my power back..."<br/><br/>The old god cocked his head.<br/><br/>It was at this time, he noticed Linai's fear again as he did when she looked into the hole so high above.<br/><br/>"Fear." the old god chuckled. "Fear is giving me power. Tell me, Linai, do you believe in gods?"