Loten pointed his bow at the opening " 'Tis evil's resting place for sure. Remove the cover and let's have a look at this embodiment of death."
The dwarf held his medallion out like a shield while Teflar and Erelis tugged at the thick covering. After a minute of grunting and pulling, the lid was moved over halfway revealing a corpse dressed in fine, ornamental, navy robes. A paralleled sword held tightly along its frontal stature in a firm grip of skeletal hands. Bitter, empty sockets glared out at the fellowship as they beheld the final resting place of a long-dead mage.

Nanith cringed involuntarily at the corpse and the rest of the team, save Loten, took a step back in reaction. Marks stared at the statured skeleton " This creature was and IS all together evil. Whether it will rise like the others in the outer room is yet to be seen. Perhaps he is the mage who built this tower." He turned to the others " Does anyone have some holy water? It could be poured upon him to assure that he never rises again." The paladin shouldered his bow and drew his sword. � I dare not relax with such malevolence so close."

Oktavianus walked forward next to the warrior and whispered " I have not the desecrater you seek in the precious baptismal, Mr. Marks." He patted his vestments firmly " But I have other blessings that could protect us from anything strong enough to thwart us again." The dwarf rubbed his palms, placed them outward and mumbled a few words. " But first, let the dynamics of thoust end reveal its treasure."
Immediately, a brilliant yellow burst forth from the stone coffin!!!"
A shrill shriek was heard and the fellowship shielded their eyes from the glare. Suddenly, as fast as the light came, it dulled to a calm glow. The sword and the left side of the corpses body was bathed in a highlight of energy.

The priest snorted as if amazed by his own tricks
" Therein lies the magic, my friends!"
Nanith, who was presently searching the outer portion of the coffin for anything concealed, jumped up like a hungry puppy and reached over the side of the catafalque before the others could react.

" Nanith be careful!" snapped Teflar gripping his longsword tightly
" You know not what you mess with here!"

The excited hobbit pulled out an object from the sarcophagus " Books!" he piped up, raising the glowing album for all to see. Plunking himself down next to the sarcophagus, he excitedly placed it against his ear. He stroked the outside of its cover " What secrets do you hold for me, my little treasure?"

This was more than the wizard could bear; he came down hard on the rogue claiming the hobbit's insolence and lack of judgement in the process of the exploration. This prompted Nanith to mock his tongue-lashing in a silly charade of adherence.

Aramil moved to stand in front of the male halfling. His eyes narrowed and flitted to the volume as it stood out in a plain, old-fashioned style, brown covering. The thick, tight binding spoke of its newness, but no printing stamped the surface in revelation to its secrets.
The two argued and debated about the authortity and orders direct in this tower hunt and neither made headway. Even Rosyln spoke of her distaste for the fellow hobbit.

" Shut up, the both of you!!" barked Oktavianus " Grab what you can and let's get out of here!"

Nanith carefully rolled the tome between his hands studying it intently from every angle. After satisfied to its safety, he opened it slowly and pointed the inner pages away from the teammates. The glow slowly faded away as Ninnipin tried to read the inner scripture.