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  1. The air of the crypt was still and silent, stirred only by Jaren's breath- the breath that caught in his throat with a heady mixture of fear and anticipation. If he was right, this was the tomb of one of Vivamort's greatest champions- and the recovery of his relics would elevate Jaren far above the petty fools who clamoured about him.
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  3. Quietly, he moved forward, every sense attuned to the possibility of traps or unded defenders. He held the carmine disc of his holy symbol before him, a stark contrast with the sable leather of his clothes.
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  5. Finally, the door was before him. "ARGATH THE RED" was the inscription- and a man like Argath needed no other introduction. A gentle push, and the door swung open, revealing a chamber preserved perfectly against the ravages of time.
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  7. Blood-red silk draped the walls, making the obsidian sarcophagus the centre of Jaren's attention. The lid was carved into Argath's likeness- an aquiline nose, perfect cheekbones, and a fine, pointed chin. He moved it aside, straining against the heavy stone, to reveal the body- perfectly preserved, laid out exactly as the carving that was above it, dressed in black silks and with the smoky steel of his deadly blade atop his chest.
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  9. Pulse hammering in his throat, Jaren reached out to grasp the sword- and a grip like an iron vice closed around his wrist.
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  11. He looked up to see Argath's ruby eyes, and was transfixed.
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  13. "You have disturbed my rest, mortal. What do you have to say for yourself?"
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  15. Jaren took a deep breath and replied as truthfully as he could, "I sought your artifacts to serve the Master and exalt myself in his eyes."
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  17. A cold, beautiful smile crossed the immortal priest's face. "A good answer, little one. You show promise- I may just keep you for a little time."
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  19. Jaren felt himself melting away in the Vampire's gaze, but strengthened his will. "I am no man's tool!"
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  21. With a flurry of motion, Argath vaulted from the coffin to stand beside Jaren, and slowly walked around behind him, one hand lightly caressing his neck.
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  23. "Then I will have to make you want to stay with me..."
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