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[Sanure]

Ashley begins to sneak. Woo! She begins to scout out the layout of the crypt. She notes that most of the passage ways are sealed off by heavy iron gates, and the main path leads directly into the noble crypts. Going further in, she finds the intruders, who all appear to be wearing black and white militant uniforms, searching though a few coffins and even dumping the bodies out onto the floor, "So when do you think we'll find the part. Ashen said that we wouldn't have to worry about enemies this time, but I'd rather not risk the chance of being murdered and having to be cloned again."
"Hah, yeah. Having to be cloned again is shit. Last time I was cloned I almost didn't come out fully cooked. What a mess that became."
"Yeah, hah- Hold up. I thought I heard something." The soldier to Ashley's left takes out a rifle and begins to cautiously search around the current area.

Alucard's examination shows that the seal is being generated from inside the crypt. He also learns that the Magic is very ancient, yet has a certain... modern flair to it. Suffice to say that this teleportation seal is probably not Terran ((native to earth )) in nature.

[Projeck37]

Ashley sneaks up the opposite way of the patrolling guard, and once a suitable opportunity presented itself, she took out a lone guard with her embargo katana. She proceeded to eat away the body with void magic to cover her tracks.

[Sanure]

The guard continues patrolling as Ashley begins to sneak up on him. She rounds a pillar and prepares to strike until the Guard lifts up his gun, "Fucking undead!" He opens fire on a shambler as it stalks towards him. A few seconds later, the shambler hits the ground apparently dead. The guard however is cautious and fires two rounds into it's skull, "This place sure is crawling with the undead, despite being a sanctified holy shit hole." "Come on, don't dis the church. What the hell they ever do to you? Besides, The undead have always been a problem. What makes this place any safer anyways?." The lone guard walks back to the others after kicking the shambler with his boot.

[Projeck37]

Fuck...
Ashley stays silent, and slowly gets to gate that leads off to the noble crypts. She needed a distraction, though...

[Sanure]

Two more Shamblers walk towards the soldiers who, understandablely, begin to curse and open fire on the pair. Both fall to the ground as they put bullets into their heads, "You two, Go get that iron Gate and weld up that corridor. And Don't forget to toss those bodies in there as well. We don't need them getting up while we search." The two soldiers nod and begin welding the Iron gate into place after placing the pile of bodies on the other side, "You three, follow me. We're going to search further in. When You two finish, Come join us in the Noble Crypts." The four soldiers walk further into the crypt leaving the pair welding the gate in place behind. This may be the best chance Ashley has of sneaking in.

[Projeck37]

Ashley sneaks in after the four guards, sticking to the darkness as she heads deeper into the crypts. She'd have her opportunity to do more, given time.

[Sanure]

She follows the guards deeper into the crypt. Along the way they put down three more shamblers, and talk to each other about the hassels of being clones and that at least they get hazard pay on particularly dangerous missions. Eventually, the group arrive in the Noble Crypts, which house rows and rows of ornate coffins and vaults, each decorated with the symbols of famous houses and coat of arms. Sitting in the center of the room is single coffin marked with the letters QD and the Coat of arms for several different famous houses for many families from France, England, and Italy. One such Coat of Arms stands out to Ashley. Something about it claws at the back of Ashley's mind, pulling at an unknown memory, or maybe something that shouldn't be there. From where she is hiding, the Coat of Arms appears to be of English origin and seems very familiar, almost making her remember a fond feeling, "Okay, Spread out and search. And for gods sake, Keep your proximity monitors turned on. Who knows what kind of undead freak could sneak up on us down here. Brova take those three rows. Charlie, Take those three across from him. Hotel, Check the area ahead and clear out any Shamblers you find. I'm going to check this center piece. It doesn't look like it opens, but it could be the key to a passage or something." The guards spread out and begin preforming their assigned jobs. All four of them turn on a device attached to their wrists.

[Projeck37]

Ashley makes a mental note to return to this row... It had ties to something. But first, the center... She attempts to incapacitate the center guard, with the plan to do her earlier trick of void magic.

[Sanure]

[Luck:22-10] Ashley begins to approach the lone guard as silently and stealthily as possible, but, unfortunately for her, she triggers the proximity alarm attached to the Guards wrist. The Guard spins around before Ashley can get in range of him and points his rifle at her, "Stay where you are or I will put you down with force! By who's authority are you in doing in here and why?"  Judging from the symbol on this guards shirt and the weapon he's carrying around, this guard must be the squad leader, or may be considered one of the elites. Ashley can feel a very uneasy sense of danger emanating from the rifle the elite guard is using.

[smurfingtonthethird]

((stab him repeatedly and with vigor))

[Sanure]

((I can honestly say, That may or may not be the best idea.))

[Projeck37]

"Well, my ancestors have bodies down here and I figure I'd try to learn some-"
Ashley uses Piercing the Vale and Beyond, sending her normal blade soaring towards the guard!

[Sanure]

Ashley's blade appears to stab into the Guard, but something seems off as he is pushed back into the coffin. The guard snickers and Ashley sees that the Guard moved way faster than humanly possible, fast enough that he caught the blade before it even pierced his armor, "Well now. Look at you being all fiesty." He moves the sword away and drops it and grabs his radio, "Delta, Gamma, We have an intruder in the Noble Crypts. Get here immediatly." As he places his radio back into it's place he begins to aim his rifle back at Ashley, "Now, I'm not one for long winded speeches, So I'll-" A dark energy begins to flood the room causing Ashley to visibly shiver. It felt like eldritch magic, but far older. The guard turns around and ashley sees the coffin has begun to crack in places. "What the hel-" He doesn't finish his statement. It happens almost too quickly for Ashley to see, but a skeletal looking arm with cracked skin and dust bursts through the lid of the coffin and grabs the Elite guard, pulling him halfway in. He starts to thrash about as a purplish black energy begins to seep of his body and fly towards the opening created seconds ago. The other five guards rush back, look at Ashley, then look back at the sight in front of them, "What the fuck is going on?!"
One of the guards hastily takes off his helmet and begins to hurl as the dying guards body begins to shrivel up, the uniform deteriorating rapidly, the body becoming the same as the arm that had grabbed him.

[Projeck37]

"Right. Any of you other assholes want a piece of me?"
Ashley swirls some purpleish void magic around her hands to dramatize it.

[Sanure]

"Jesus Christ you fucking harpy. We just watched our leader get... Get... Whatever the fuck that was and you want to fight? For Fucks sake I'm getting the hell out o-" Once more, before the statement can be finished, the guy finds himself unable to speak, a shriveled up form gripping him around his throat, blood trickling out of his mouth, Gye myre sol. Sol kran shul nas faranze."[/glow] The purplish black energy begins to seep out of Beta as he begins to shrivel up, audibly crying as his life is slowly extinguished. Delta, Gamma, and Hotel all begin firing at the figure, but appear to be doing no damage to it. Ashley however feels a sense of familiarity and dread towards the undead form being shot at. She realizes that moving may be a very bad choice right now.