Some reach the top friends...

"Alright everyone in position?" You ask. The seven ravens flying up near the ceiling along with you all nod in agreement. Now all you have to do is hope. And pray.

"Why are you not having fun?! I know this isn't the greatest of dungeons but come on how many cathedrals have you been in?" The first one said as he appeared from the stair well. He was dressed like a warrior monk, confirming your suspicions. His friend Gerald however...

"It's not that I'm not having any fun. I just want the three of us to be together having fun." Gerald explained as he too appeared. A sleak wooden bow was over his shoulder and he had leather armor on. A ranger. Flying by his shoulder, was a raven.

Holy shit! The God's are with us for once! You think. "Charge!" You yell to your Conspiracy. Letting out a loud screech the eight of you divedomb the monk, talons ready to pierce his skin.

"What the hell!?" The monk yells as the Conspiracy slashes him to pieces. You hear a quick ding in your head before an arrow pierces your head, courtesy of the ranger.