<strong>Location:</strong>Innermost Chamber, Temple<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Void, Chorgath, Others<br/><br/>Chorgath's worst fears are confirmed when he checks for a pulse.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">A medical examination yields...</div><div class="spoiler_body">Her heart is not beating, and Infernal Essence no longer flows through her body.  She is dead.<br/><br/>There is a single wound on her body: a stab from blade the size of a large knife or a small sword, which pierced her back and emerged on the other side, right below the empty implanted hearthstone amulet on her chest set into her solar plexus.  Looks like the blade was then twisted, just for good measure.  The flesh looks almost as though it's been seared-- spiritually-aggravated injury, the sort that only comes with the use of Charms.</div></div><br/>Above, Samaro waits, his gaze flitting from the scene below to the tunnel behind him where Sanger disappeared.  Antsy.  On edge...<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Feasting Hall<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Sanger, Others Present<br/><br/>Sanger emerges back into the hallway-- and thankfully, it looks like everything is okay.  Ruby and Cerulean are standing back to back to one side, and both have small blades drawn and held at their sides (where were they keeping those things in those robes?), ready, on edge, waiting.  One possible cause for this is another figure in the attendant's white robes, trimmed this time in green, her throat obviously cut with robes and body spilled in a heap next to one of the large tables.  The name 'Whiteblossom' comes to mind for some reason.<br/><br/>Ruby perks up with anxious hope when she sees the armored Dawn come up from the hole.  "Lord Sanger!" she calls out.  "Did you find--"<br/><br/>Whatever else she was going to say is lost in a thunderous CLANG.  The CLANG is followed by a black blur from one of the hallways, which is followed by a CRASH-BANG-*crack* as the blur impacts solidly into the wall, leaving a person-sized crater in the wall and falling forward.<br/><br/>Now that it's not moving nearly so fast, the black blur can be identified as Willing Suicides-- or at least a bruise-colored anima banner radiating from his highly-distinctive full soulsteel platemail armor.  Also emerging from the hallway, taking inhumanly-swift strides towards the deathknight as he tries to pick himself back up, is another man: tall, wiry, in loose-fitting blood-spattered garb of Western style that doesn't quite conceal the golden breastplate beneath them-- nor do the bandages around his hands and lower arms really conceal the bulk of the orichalcum smashfists beneath.  A Coral-er look to him, short blue hair trimmed close to his head, sharp features and a look of utmost concentration focused on Suicides.<br/><br/>Sanger has one moment to act.