The first officer reached down and grabbed the alchemist by the waist, "Seriously little man! That's it, that's really it! I've got you dead to rights this time, Sir Gonagle!"

The alchemist slipped out of his jacket and kicked Maxim in the chins, "Hahaha!"

Spencer pulled Serna off to the side, "Ah, about that tour. Let's go before we get into a fight. I knew it was only a matter of time before Maxim caught Sir Gonagle red-handed."

"What is going on?" Serna asked Spencer, "Is there a rivalry between the two of them? What's the matter? Don't they like each other or something?"

"Rivalry is one way of saying it. Ever since Sir Gonagle came aboard the ship, he's gone out of his way to cause a little bit of mischief." Spencer told her, "of course, he's got enough brains not to do when the captain is on the ship. He came real close to getting the boot."

"Well, Sir Gonagle is a Tinker Gnome," Serna confessed to Spencer, "And they can be quite mischievous from time to time. I don't think he mean't any real harm from it."

"Either way, I want no part of it." Spencer raised his hand to shield his eyes from the light of the suns. "Hmm, the air feels different down in the city. Feels lighter."

"It does," Serna squinted against the din of the sunlights, "It feels better some how. Not as sickly as it did before. Do you think they got those mean nasty Vampires?"

"Hard to tell really. We're not there and the prisoner did say there were at least three of them. I'd bet they got lucky and killed one or two of them." Spencer pulled out a coin and flipped a couple of times.

"I hope so!" Serna replied with a soft smile, "For all our sakes."

"So, what are some of the things you can do with your shield, Serna? Are you able to show me?" Spencer turned around with a curious look.

"Sure, I'll be more than happy to!" Serna picked up her shield and began to demonstrate, "First, I can block any attacks against me or anyone standing near me. Go ahead! Try to attack me and see what happens."

Suddenly Sir Gonagle fired off a shot from his pistol. The loud ringing sound reverted enough to wake up a certain kurori who was sleeping on Serna's shoulder.

**BAMMM!**

"EEEK!! WHAT THE--!" Caliaphy squeeled and fell off the girl's shoulder hitting the deck with a thud.

"Now I got you right where I want you, you blasted pest!" Sir Gonagle advanced towards them.

Spencer stepped in between them, "Alright old man, you've made your point! Serna's with me and you sir are getting dangerously close to pissing me off!"

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The Bardic Prince took Irzen's hand and slowly got to his feet, "Yes! I think I can. Who healed me?"

Madeous turned around towards the prince. His armor glowing in a white light still as a pair of spectral platinum wings formed on his back. "I did, Prince Birch. Now, we must continue forward and find the remaining five puzzle keys. Captain Lion take point. I will follow behind him. The prince and the swordsman in the center. Quake will take up the rear. Fall in line."

Irzen helped Birch move to the center position.

Taking the Victous Candle, he blew upon it and the illusion of a group of undead proceeded pass the threshold.

"Hey! What about me?!" War Scribe cried as she stumbled to her feet, "I don't see any of you being a gentleman and helping a lady to her feet."

Quake let out a snicker.

"I tell you what, Scribe, act like a lady and I'll treat you like one." The Swordsman replied with a grin.

The Drowling merely stuck her tongue out at Irzen and followed along behind Quake.
"Like a giant mo

The party crossed the threshold and into total darkness except it wasn't completely dark, just lots of spirits and undead wandering about. The platinum knight paused to check out the surrounding area and pointed to the gate ahead of them. "There. Watch your footing and watch what you say here."

"OOOOOOO! AAAAAHHHH!" War Scribe smiled as she gazed the scene all around her, "DDDDDAARRRRKKKNNNEESSSSSSS!!!"

Irzen just shook his head as he did his best to watch his footing in the gloom.

The party walked along a black and white dusty path. The sound of crunching bones cracked beneath their feet as they neared the large iron gate. It was massive. The gate itself was two doors banded together by four iron bands spanning the width of it. Each band had a key hole on them, while the center lock appeared to be a large dial with symbols on it. Each had a stick figure striking a pose.

"Charades anyone?" Quake asked quietly.

"Your jokes need work, Rocks For Brains!" War Scribe quipped, "Like your whole meaningless life."

"Okay you two knock it off!" Irzen cut into their conversation, "Get your game faces on. We could be attacked by anyone or anything at anytime."

War Scribe merely turned towards Quake and stuck her tongue out at the Elemental.

"I wasn't joking, Scribe," Quake grumbled.

"Charades is only a part of this puzzle I'm afraid." Captain Lion walked up to the massive iron door, "If we place our keys in each of these holes, I believe it will up to us as a group to unlock the door."

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"The Victous Candle masks the presence of the living to the dead but it has a hidden power to summon Death itself, or for someone to become Death to close the Black Gate but the person must be willing. Once one becomes or merges with Death he/she will never be the same but they will have the ability to see Undead or the dead at will." Lazheros steadied Alyson as he informed Cauladra of the artifact.

"How do know of this, Lazheros?" Alyson turned back to him.

"I met a cleric of the Raven Queen, a Grave cleric. Caretakers of the dead, for the Raven Queen despises the undead. They are a travesty to her domain." He replied.

The princess said nothing but listened with grave intent.

Alyson fanned herself suddenly, "Is it hot in here or is it just me? Oh, no. It's Quake...she's gonna blow."

The Bronze Man got an image of the elemental from Alyson, "Hmmm, more like a meltdown."

"Is a melt-down a bad thing or a good thing?" Princess Cauladra inquired to both of them.

"Bad if you're the enemy or not fire proof. Good, if you're an ally and my uncle's ability to withstand a dragon's breath weapon and survive." Alyson said as her complexion improved and looked at the bronze man, "I think it's safe to cure me now."

Lazheros placed both hands on her shoulders and muttered words in draconic. Any and all traces of the blood mage's influence was gone and the vampirism from Captain Lion's bite gone.

"Blessed be the wonders of Enoreth!" Princess Cauladra declared, "You look much better, Lady Alyson. How do you feel?"

"How do I feel? I feel like I got ran over by a mack truck a couple of times." The elementalist sat up all the way and finally noticed the bronze man's armor, "Oh and I thought Armendes was shiny."

He gazed at her, "Perhaps I was too hasty calling upon my legendary armor, Alyson but your life was teetering on the edge of death itself. Something I was not willing to gamble."

"A Mack truck?" Princess Cauladra asked no one in particular, "Is that a herd of animals or a very heavy cart?"

"A very, very heavy all metal wagon, your highness." Alyson told her.

"OH!" The Princess replied in surprise.

The elementalist went to stand and fell backwards suddenly as dizziness washed over her.

Lazheros steadied her and helped the elementalist sit down in the chair. "Careful now. Your highness, you have some fruit she could eat, perhaps an apple or grapes?"

"I have anything she desires, Grand Cleric!" Princess Cauladra turned and called for a servant. When one arrived, the princess commanded, "Please go and fetch some apples, grapes and other assorted fruits for our guests."

The servant nodded and ran off to fulfill her request.

Alyson closed her eyes for a moment, "They're walking down a path of bones towards a massive iron gate. Iron would indicate that something of Fae origin lies behind it. Something not meant to be seen or spoken to unless they have no option left."

"Hmm," Lazheros rubbed his chin thoughtfully, "Perhaps the Unseelie court placed something there. Your highness, would any of your sages here in East Port have any knowledge of the area before the city came to be?"

"There is one who specializes in the history of East Port before our kind came to these lands," The princess replied quickly, "His name is Deceridan. I can send for him if you like?"

"Yes, I believe he would be of great help." He replied.

The servant returned with a platter full of fruit and offered it to the princess.

Cauladra said, "Please go and give some to Lady Alyson. It is she who hungers, not I."

The servant presented the tray to Alyson so she could eat off of it at her leisure.

In a matter of ten minutes the elementalist had literally eaten everything off the platter. "Thanks. I needed that."