"Oh, i think she had another mission to get on Anyway, she received a letter and left in an hurry. 'Don't know if she'll come back. We... Were trying to stay here for the night. The prices are high, but we can afford it. Or we still have the option of sleeping in the woods, around some campfire. What'd'y'a say?"
"Well I do know a better inn closer towards the centre but this is a lot better" Hands masquerade a bag of bits. "living here for around 20 years I know this place like the back of my hand, let's check in and head to the meet up point shall we"
Masquerade nodded, and opened the bag of bids. He added ten pieces of gold from his wallet, and threw it at the desk. "I hope the room will be cleaned. I've put enough for two nights, just to be sure. Now, you seem to know where's the meeting point. Shall we?" His mask turned to 'The Assasin', pitch-black with discrete golden linear designs around the left eye.
Ultra flipped her mane excitedly. "I'd love to go in there! It's not creepy in there, it's majestic!" She waved her tail, summoning another ball of bright light as she cantered closer to the entrance. "If she's in there, I'll go find her," she said bravely.
Group Four Ultra heads through the half-entrance and into the dark hallway. Her light does little to keep the area illuminated, but she does get a fair startling when her light shines on a fairly large arachnid. Probably about the size of a smaller house dog, it hisses loudly at her and turns to skitter back into the darkness quickly. The glimmer of her light also shows the reflection of a few shallow puddles in the hallway.
Ultra shrieks when she sees the crawling creature scuttle away, and she stuffed her hoof in her mouth to silence herself. Her eyes grew rather wide, and she glanced back over her shoulder to see if her fellow ponies would follow. She shuddered, pushing the last images of the disgusting spider out of her mind, and stepped slowly further into the ruins. She stayed close to a wall, examining the drawings and marks.
Facia followed close behind. After all, she considered Ultra her friend, and she never abandoned a friend. She jumped back when Ultra shrieked at the spider, the sound echoing around inside the dark room. "I don't like this place. It's creepy, definitely NOT majestic. Spiders aren't in majestic places. They're in creepy places." She stopped walking for a moment. "Hey, what are those puddles?"
Group One Another pony suddenly slipped into the Tomb through the door. Backing in quietly, a pear-green coated pony with a hook & crosier cutie mark and a chestnut brown mane appears. She seems to be reassuring herself; "Okay... good job gettin' in again... now to check on the" she turns around while talking and finishes slowly, "message..." She smiles meekly and looks at Zephyr, Emerald, and Melody all there in the main room. "Hi..." Group Four Examining and watching the murals shows a long picture and moving story of a form of war, one would imagine. Where Zebra's clashed at one point, and as it gets closer to the end of the hall, the images are including a tall standing structure with a massive stone door. It looks like one group of zebras locked themselves within the structure painted in this story to save themselves from the ones on the outside.
Paying absolutely no attention to the "creepy paintings", Facia cautiously walked over to the puddles to examine them, keeping her eye out for any more spiders.
Emerald wasn't entirely sure what to make of the note the Zephyr was holding. Suddenly, she heard a slight whisper, "message..." Whirling around, she yelps, "Yipes! We've been found out!"
Group One The strange mare jumped and shook her hooves before her. "N-no!" Her ears flattened and she looked around, speaking in a near whimpering whisper. "I'm on... the same side. I... I think." She was a unicorn, but her horn was fairly short compared to most, and she held a bit of a timid look about her. One of her eyes were partially hidden, and the other was alternating between looking down and back at the group. "You're not sent by Daring Doo, right?" Group Four Facia, examining the puddles, finds them to be multi-colored and sticky.
"Whooaa, look at this, Facia!" Ultra Violet said in a hushed tone of awe. "It's like something straight out of one of Daring Do's adventures!" She wondered why the war happened, and she commited the images to memory so she could try and draw them later. She continued down the hallway, trying her hardest to make her glowing orb brighter.
PERFECT MELODY: Melody began to smile, meekly. Eight Star never mentioned any visitors... "Greetings... What buisness do you have here?" GREY MANE: Grey smiled. She liked it here. Even more so with the paintings. She continued walking unfased for now.
Facia had a brain spark. "Hey! I know what this is! It's ice cream! From the Ice-Creamy Pegasus!" she shouted, bouncing up and down a single time. "She's DEFINITELY in here..." she said, a little quieter this time.
Group One The mare backed down a little at the direct question, while her's still went unanswered. "I uhm..." She points at the note Zephyr had. "I was checking if anyone found my message..." Group Four The hall ends in a large antechamber. At the end of the chamber is a massive stone door, the top of which has fallen off and left quite a gaping hole. One that nopony without wings would really be able to reach. Off to either side are open doorways, that are only slightly illuminated by the soft glow of Violet's light spell. They appear to be open doorways. Along the wall there are a few things that hang from metal hooks. Odd pairs of metal baskets with coal in them are hanging here and there, attached by a metal chain.
PERFECT MELODY: Melody looked at the note. "I must say I am very impressed with your Hoof Writing and your use of words. I am Perfect Melody. Nice to meet you! As for your question..." Perfect Melody tapped her chin. "Who is Daring Do? I have never heard of her..."
"Oh hey! I bet if we had some fire, we could light up those baskets and see everything a lot easier!" Facia looked at the puddle of what she believed to be ice cream, and checked to make sure there were no drips or Ice-Creamy Hoofsie-Prints that she could follow, like in those Daring Do books. She only read the first one, but she was pretty sure that was the sort of thing you would follow when you were in a creepy forbidden temple looking for a missing pegasus who was associated with ice cream.
Group One Pickpear timidly approached the group and kept her voice low. "I'm... better at writing than talking..." she woefully admits. Then, after a sigh, she goes on; "If I believe you, and let's say I do... Daring Do is a famous Treasure Hunter. She's even had books written about her adventures. So many that everypony thinks of her as a myth." She gets quieter, still unsure of the group she's approached. "The master knows better than that..." Then she lifts her head, and bobs it towards the doors. "She issued a challenge that she would retrieve the White Tome to benefit Equestria, and the Duke here became paranoid about that. We've been asking him for the White Tome for decades, and he's let us come in and try our luck, but the puzzles are hard. Now, with Daring Do on the way, we can no longer waste time... and that's why you're here." She smiles meekly and raises a brow. "Right?"
Emerald continued to flutter a few feet from the ground. "Of course," she replied to Pickpear. "Four heads are better than one!" She was one of those ponies who had taken Daring Do as a myth. Nopony could've gone on so many fantastic adventures, or so she thought... However, whether Daring Do was real or not (she was still leaning on not), Pickpear made it clear that the group was now on a time limit.
Zephyr folded the note back up and tucked it behind his ear, it would no doubt be useful for later somehow. He turned his attention to the new pony standing in the doorway, and without speaking a word he fluttered his wings quietly and zoomed over towards her. He spun around in the air and hovered upside-down right in front of the stranger making eye contact with her. A look of focus washed over his face as his mind began to race. He spun around towards his acquaintances and stuck his tongue out to blow raspberries at them. "Y'all are rude, y'know. Going ahead and getting all question-y and whatnot before even introducing yourselves." He shut his wings and landed on his hooves in front of the mare before sticking out of a hoof in good gesture. "The name's Zephyr, or Zeph for short if you want. What's your name?" He paused for a moment, before a thought occurred to him. That guard only had one pastry, how exactly did she get by? It was rather impressive to say the least. It wouldn't hurt to ask. "Hmm, how did you get past the guards by the way?"
