OOC: The Temple of the Soul Thief Ryder stepped forward cautiously, weary of the figure who stood dead center of the chamber on a slightly raised, circular platform made from concrete. Iron shackles came up from the ivory-colored floor and were clamped around their wrists, pulled taut so not to allow even an inch of moment. The strange garb they wore was centuries old, tattered and torn. Twisted and demented. The deep purple fabric fluttered about as if it were underwater, and Ryder circled the figure as he analyzed them closely. Once he faced the figure, identified as female, he realized the she was blindfolded and her lips were parted slightly. Her shoulders moved with every even inhale and exhale; an indication she was clearly alive. Ryder was thoroughly confused. The redhead and his friends were investigating some kind of temple they had found under the cave they had taken refuge in from the rain when the young warlock had stumbled upon the small chamber. If not for part of the weathered ground giving out they wouldn't have discovered the man made tunnel the cave has been resting on all those years at all and certainly wouldn't have found the giant, circular entrance blocked by a door with a carving of a sun dominating the front of it at the end of the tunnel. It appeared to have been made of gold. It took only a small amount of magic from the small group to get the entrance to budge, and when they did, stale air greeted them as well as an intricate system of tunnels just waiting to be explored and plundered. The chamber walls were made up of carvings that depicted animals and god-like beings, none of which seem to be connected in any sort of way, and sconces were mixed in with the designs. The candles were already half burnt when Ryder lit them all with a single word, so maybe some kind of ritual took place? Was that why this figure was here? But why leave her alive? Could they not kill her? Was she immortal? She had to be, but what was she exactly? Even more baffling, there were no magical signatures and no seals or other superstitious trademarks present. What was keeping the woman here? Was it really the chains alone keeping her bound? Ryder crouched down in front a chain that linked the shackles to the floor and ran a finger along the iron. The figure flinched, startling the warlock. Her lips trembled as if she wanted to speak but no words came out. He frowned deeply and stood. It had do with the blindfold then for the chains were ordinary and left untampered. What an interesting find, but what should they do with her? Leave her down here?