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"You know this thing continues, right? Don't fill your pockets up too much or you won't have room for anything better." Daemon pointed out as he stood in the doorway.

"Who knows? I'd imagine a tomb at the very least. I'd be more interested in seeing if they worshipped the same gods as the pantheon Van's a part of, and what their take on them was if they did." Daemon said, a smile creasing his cheeks at the thought of what Van could look like in ancient native paintings.

"If we get cursed for this, I'm blaming you." Daemon teased as he left the room and headed down the connecting corridor.

((Not yet, but you have now. XD Seriously, go check out Pokememes. It's done by the same people who brought us Failblog and other captioned pics of wit. It contains all things pokemon-related; vids, comics, gifs, and pics of the awesome, witty, and captioned variety. Something for everyone!))
((I actually cycled my signature through a few pics from the site before settling on the current one, one pic being four old pokemon sprites lined up, their poses resembling those done in "YMCA" while the first line of the chorus was spelled out overhead, and the other one was a gif of the famous "shoe getting thrown at Bush" scene, but the shoe replaced by a pokeball that actually 'caught' Bush. XD ))

"...I don't know about you, but I feel like I'm being watched....While I admit their artwork is rather impressive, large paintings of people with eyes constantly staring at you as you walk by in a long, narrow corridor is rather unnerving..." Daemon commented, glancing around after walking for a while.

((Why yes, I did just say '******** it' and made them very Egyptian-esque, why do you ask? Like I said, I blame art history class.))

"Pardon my language, but I'm calling bullshit." Daemon said, having to make an exception for his suave nature when faced with a wall. The art it had was very pretty just like the rest, but it was practically taunting him with its dead end-ness.

"They've got a treasure room and this long corridor, but for one thing it doesn't lead anywhere, and other than the hole we came in through there's no other way in here." Daemon said as he began to feel around the wall. "It doesn't make sense for it to dead end here like this, which means there must be some secret entrance around here somewhere..."

((I'm playing a game that has me playing therapist for a bunch of stuffed animals in an insane asylum and it is both one of the strangest flash games I've ever played and one of the cutest. Although you'd be surprised how many times the process has included 'pump them full of drugs and analyze their acid trip'. XD))

"I can search all I want, I'm still not going to be able to get us to the other side until we figure out a way in." Daemon said when his hand pushed in a stone in the wall. He didn't even the chance to make some sound of triumph when the wall swung around and pushed them into the room on the other side. They'd found the tomb, a devilish coffin wrapped in chains hung suspended by the back wall, chains and ropes holding it in place with a tall torch standing on either side. Covering the walls were the artistic tellings of a story, of peasants, grand warriors, and most prominently the reign of a demonic figure.