Round 4

As Jeane's dark red eyes locked onto the ancient runes, a sense of reverence washed over her. She drew a symbol in the air that mirrored one on the gate, and it glowed faintly before fading into nothingness. The spellcraft was exquisite, yet not quite of her kind's making. Halie moved cautiously around the gate's edge, her hand resting near the hilt of her mace, while Merrin hovered just above the rune-carved gate, fingers hovering in anticipation. Seraphine knelt before the gate, tracing the intricate symbols with a sense of unease, as if the hunger emanating from them threatened to consume her. The air was heavy with the scent of death and old power, and the party's apprehension grew with each passing moment.