Both Ugrash and Timerian look puzzled, seems like they've never heard of special events for this game. They do check their resting messages though, and both get a 1% chance of a night raid now.<br/><br/>Timerian seems to be thinking hard again, you can almost see the smoke rising from his  skull... until he finally snaps his fingers, exclaiming<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: Timerian</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> GOT IT!</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>remembering you, he tries to moderate himself, but hes beaming with joy, or maybe pride that he got to a conclusion<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: Timerian</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">You see, that's something we don't know nowadays anymore, but in the early stages of role playing games, you could only watch your party from birds eye view, and could only fight painfully slow, turn based fights in combat. Its from that era too, where this night raiding chance comes from. And its most likely progressive, meaning the more often we sleep here the more likely the raid becomes. I... i can't really tell if its only this building or the whole area tho...</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>He adds with a bit of disappointment sneaking into his face. Then he seems to notice something amiss, cringing on the spot before getting some sort of fit<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: Timerian</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">AAAAAH DAMN! Now i lost the bet  &gt;:( . I guess... Oh crap. SORRY Tialyn! I went into nerd rage all of the sudden, and on a RP-server at that! Please don't be mad! I- I promise to never do it again! And i...</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Calming down a bit, he transforms into quite the sorry sight to behold, sitting on the floor, face down, with his long, usually braided hair now a complete mess forming a curtain of sorts, obscuring his face. Ugrash, who remained silent throughout the scene so far, only starting to shake his head in a mix of disapproval and compassion now whispers, truly whispering for the first time since you met him.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from:  Ugrash</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">So... what now? Do we stay here, eat the raid chance and this special event, or do we flee and hide somewhere else?</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>The question distracts Timerian enough from his self pity, to start thinking again, and after a short debate with his friend, they agree with you to stay for the night, and see what tomorrows chances say.<br/><br/><br/><br/>The night passes without incidents, being only a peaceful, restful night in the unforgiving desert. A bit cold maybe, but a small fire and a few good blankets help against this, and thus you are ready for another day's worth of adventure. Will today be the day where you find your first Boss? Would it be one that could fulfill your desire? And how will your friends react to your cravings? With those thoughts swirling in your head, your follow your friends into the maze that is the city of the dead, the necropolis of Tumen.<br/><br/>The very first thing you notice once you enter the catacombs  again, is the absence of Darkness. Where you needed a torch yesterday, and could barely watch your friends fight the undead monstrosities, you can inspect the architecture in its full, millenia old glory in the light blueish radiating crystals set into the walls now. The bones the party scattered yesterday, while said bones tried to hack them into peaces, rest in their graves once again, but still show the marks the battle with you left upon them: many are broken, the rusty swords are still completely destroyed where they met with Ugrash's axes, and some even still show a few sprinkles of the blood your fellows spilled the day before today... The only bones that are still on the floor and not within an alcove are the gnoll's, which too rest undisturbed where you left them.  Going deeper into the Necropolis, literally deeper, as you enter a new level through a wide and very long flight of stairs, you finally reach a double winged gate, heavily encrusted with protective runes ho lost their magic long long ago, and a relief depicting a male humanoid with the head of a jackal, wearing only a loincloth and wielding a scimitar. The gates are opened... just a tiny bit, not enough to see what lies behind them, certainly not enough to pass through without opening the gates further, but enough to see how ridiculously thick they are...<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">cliffhanger ._. feel free to write something if you like, i'll continue once i got some sleep</div></div>