She must, there is work to be done.

“You're, very, beautiful but...” Teija moaned softly.

“You don't do girls?” Sofia pouted, continuing to nibble on the priestesses sensitive ear.

“I don't, do strangers.” The busty woman groaned.

“I told you. I'm Sofia.” The martial artist teased, her hands caressing the woman's hips.

“Sofia!” Teija growled in frustration, pushing her away. “Help me claim my birthright!”

“The Croft Manor?” She asked in confusion.

“Yes.”

“If I do, do I get to fuck your brains out?” Sofia giggled softly.

“Maybe.”

“No. If you get your birthright, I get you in bed.” The woman stated firmly.

“Fine, until then, help me?” The cleric asked softly.

“Okay, but if your not putting out, you have to pay me.” She frowned.

Teija giggled giving her a small purse. “Let's go, I want to get started right away.

Killian who had watched passively the entire time, stepped forward “Are you sure, your filthy.”

Teija nodded. “I get the feeling I will be dirty after our trip, might as well stay that way until afterward.” The man shrugged as she led the two of them out of the building, and through the town.

The town wasn't how she remembered. It was now dilapidated, and neglected. It was dark out, which left the streets barren. Apparently people were afraid to go out at night since an unholy darkness had taken their world. The plants seemed to be in poor shape, even the huge central oak, that had stood for decades at the center of town, was dark, twisted, and dying.

Heading out of town and through the dark forest, which seemed to be cursed in some unseen manner. Dark, foreboding, twisted in ways she couldn't see, or fathom. Keeping her resolve, she pressed on, with her companions following in her wake. Heading toward the large manor on the hill, that overlooked the dying countryside.

The manor was as colossal as she remembered it. Practically a castle, with high stone walls, and three floors of vast rooms, and hallways. The three of them walked through the open, rusted gate, into the dead lawn. Beyond the dying grass sat a large set of marble stairs, that led up to the huge double doors. The three cautiously continued toward the stairs, keeping an eye out for danger.

Suddenly they started hearing scrapping noises. Glancing around they saw forms moving across the cobblestones toward the large lawn, they were standing on. Killian drew one of his swords, while Sofia dropped into a defensive stance. They watched as the dozen forms moved toward them. Entering into the moonlit courtyard, they began to get a better look at them.

Skeletons! Men and women who had long since died, and now wore only tattered remains of their clothing, were moving toward them, their sharp claws reaching for human flesh. Even though Teija was a priestess, she had never seen the living dead. Heard rumors sure, but she had never seen them with her own eyes. It was, the most frightening thing she had ever seen in her life.