The cook said before stepping away. Asura looked at Elizabeth and took a better look at her. Red, perfectly groomed hair braided to reveal a thin, charming face. Expressive brown eyes, set a-symmetrically within their sockets, watch intently over her followers. Scars stretching from the bottom of the left cheekbone, running towards the left side of her lips and ending above her left eye leaves an aching memory of redemption. The is the face of a true explorer amongst her people. She stands tall among others, despite her skinny frame. There's something different about her, perhaps it's her sense of comradery or perhaps it's simply her friendly demeanor. But nonetheless, people tend to subtly ignore her, while wishing they were more like her.
He turned and looked at Jonathan who was still sitting at the table drinking from the wine bottle. Asura took a closer look at him as well. Brown, greasy hair hangs over a smooth, warm face. Big, round green eyes, set wickedly within their sockets, watch meticulously over the people they've observed for so long. Dark stubble delightfully compliments his hair and cheekbones and leaves a captivating memory of his fortunate upbringing. That is the face of Jonathan Thévenet, a travelling thief. He stands high among others, despite his slim frame. There's something puzzling about him, perhaps it's a feeling of sadness or perhaps it's simply a feeling of coldness. But nonetheless, people tend to socialize with him, while secretly despising him.
He felt oddly comfortable in the little group of people even though they're trapped. Asura and the others sat at the table in the fog covered floor room.
*Conveniently placed time skip*
It was night time and every one was asleep. RWBY was in the room with Asura, they to asleep. Asura slowly walked out the door way and made his way to the sealed door. He opened the door slightly, just enough to enter. He walked down the sandy, dry stairs and stepped into a room. In that room was a statue. Beyond the broken statue lies a massive, broken room. It's covered in crawling insects, broken pottery and cobwebs. His eyes allowed him to see a broken tomb, frayed and consumed by time itself.
Further ahead are two paths, but the left is a dead end. Its twisted trail leads onwards and soon Asura enters a foggy area. It's packed with boxes full of runes and magical equipment, as well as skeletons. "What happened in this place?" He asks and presses onwards, deeper into the tomb's mysteries. Asura passed many rooms and passages, each seem to go on forever, leading to who knows what. He eventually makes it to what is likely the final room. A big metal door blocks your path. Messages in strange languages are all over it, somehow untouched by time and the elements. He stepped closer to inspect it and.. wait.. Asura hears the loud sound of footsteps behind him.
Four bug-eyed eyes look at their surroundings from their bulging sockets. A narrow nose rests below, but it's the huge mouth below that is the defining feature. A massive jaw reveals rows upon rows of small teeth and a long tongue. Small jagged ears sit on each side of its long, thin head. Its tall muscular body is hunched over. Two thick stone-like arms rest at its sides and end in massive hands with long bone fingers. Its legs are skinny and stand straight, each ending in crooked fleshless hooves. Asura stared at the tall creature as it made its way towards him. "What is your name?" He asked the skeleton. The skeleton tilted its head in confusion. "Your name. What were you called?" He asked. In a low guttural voice, the skeleton speaks "Bzaascudh…" "Well, Bzaascudh. Care for a friendly fight?" Asura asked. "There will be nothing friendly about this… you are weak… you will die… leave… flee like a dog… unless… you beat me… in my game… riddle." The skeleton said. "Go ahead tell me your riddle." Asura said. "You must get all right… It dances and skips, it's read in the eyes but it cheats with the hips. If it meets its match it's easily caught, but it's worth nothing if it is bought. What is it?" The skeleton said. "Easy. The heart." Asura said.
"I'm as a child, a lamb and a simpleton at once. All are born with me, yet few possess me at their moment of death. What am I?" The skeleton asked. "Innocence." Asura asked. "Reaching stiffly for the sky, I bare my fingers when it's cold. In warmth I wear an emerald glove and in between I dress in gold. What am I?" The skeleton asked its final riddle. "A tree." Asura said. "Wrong. The correct answer is a deciduous tree." The skeleton said. "What! Come the fuck on what difference does that make." Asura yelled out. "Enough of a difference for you to keep your life." The skeleton said before pulling out a one massive sword. A very long, wide, straight blade made of glass is held by a grip wrapped in extravagant, ivory bear leather because it has a razor-sharp point this weapon will cause your enemies to leak from thousands of holes before they even know what happened. The blade has a narrow, curled cross-guard, adding weight to the blade for a better weight balance, as well as offering hand protection during battle. The cross-guard has an elaborate wolf head on each side, the cost of this weapon must have been high. A fairly large pommel is marked with a quality symbol; a symbol many would kill for. The blade itself is bare. No decorations or engraved patterns, only the hilt needs decorations. This weapon is used by champions. Asura would expect this to be a good fight. The skeleton then pulled a shield off its back.
This reinforced long oval shield, made from ironbark, offers a mighty buffer, especially against lunging attacks and slashing attacks. This is no coincidence, as this shield was forged by abyss dwarves in a pyro workshop. The shield's edges are augmented with broad metal lining and have been decorated with gilded linings. Its center is adorned with several gem stones and bones. It's clear this shield is naive to the ways of war. All polished and shiny, who knows if this shield is even meant for battle or for ceremony, but one this is for sure: this shield yearns for glory.