The staff came free with little resistance, and Eva took a moment to look it over. It was... beautiful. From it flowed a presence that even Evalin, as green as she was with sensory magics, could feel. Grasping it firmly the woman noticed that it seemed to fit perfectly, almost as if it were made for her... Testing its weight she was satisfied that it would more than make up for what she had lost.
Looking up the witch saw the power of her spell fading quickly, and upon Rayage's words she looked to the side, a short nod echoing a soft smile as she spoke, "As you say my immortal. I shall fetch him at once."
Pausing a moment, Evalin cast out her arm to take the edge of her robe between her fingers, lifting it slightly in a short curtsey to the guardian of stone, "I thank you for this treasure. Please give me but a moment to return." What purpose was there in thanking a creature made of stone? No matter how Eva pondered she could not understand the suddeness of her actions. It seemed she was still susceptible to the worldly graces taught to her so long ago.
Without a word more Evalin turned, tossing the ends of her cloak over her shoulder and grasping her staff. Then she moved, faster than any nuit should, faster than many humans. Charged as she was with the divine powers of Uldr Evalin dashed into the opening of the corridor, leaving behind her a faint plume of dust where her feet once rested.
She was not a gifted runner, but she was nible enough to extract the scroll from her robe as she ran, feet bounding upon the stones as she undid the clasp and unfurled the large scroll in a dramatic fashion. Stopping suddenly she flipped the scroll so that it lay longways in the corridor which only just provided enough room for the large bit of parchment. She noticed that upon her staff there was a sharp edge, and so without hesitation she struck her thumb against it, summoning forth a pearl of black. Kneeling down she pressed her hand against the outer ring of the drawing, the black ichor touching the outer perimeter and activating the circle.
A thundering rushing sound filled the small space and the lines of magic began to extend from the outer perimeter, filling the circle with swirling energy which began to dip downward into darkness.
"Come forth and serve me oh mask of human flesh, you tainted and discarded monster. Rise and do as I command..." She whispered soft words to herself, watching as a bulge began to rise in the very center. The energies spun faster and faster, and suddenly there burst forth a hand that grasped at the edge of the circle, pulling up the larger bulge behind it that began to resolve itself into a human shape. Shoulders began to appear, one large and more lopsided than the other, followed closely by a torso and bulging legs. Wrapped about the entire form there were ribbons of the energy still linking it to the portal, chaining down its form and its power. Suddenly a face was visible amongst the flashing colors, and its eyes glared out red as blood, "Damned witch, what took you so long?"
Evalin smiled and stood, grasping her staff with both hands and leaning her weight upon it, "Fret not, you are here now are you not? Come, I have a task for you, one in which you will be rewarded generously." Her smile spread into a ghoulish grin, but the Diverse paid it no mind, simply saying, "Just release your restraints and let me walk free you little shyte. I will see if it is reward for myself."
Chuckling Evalin snapped her fingers, and the ribbons of power responded, shattering into a thousand pieces so that the beast of a man could step forward out of the circle. Turning Eve began a brisk pace down the hall, "Come then, we must not waste time."
Both would return quickly enough, the entire exchange taking only 2 or 3 chimes. The Diverse would step into the light, and curse at the flickering colors, "Damned you dead and your magics. You cannot feel the blood upon your fist if you cast fire from behind a rock. Cowards way, that is what it is." He would spit close to Rayage's toes, causing Eva to smile slightly. Waving her hand toward the crypt Evalin spoke to the diverse, "There now, your task be to take the bag from its resting place. Do so and you will be rewarded nicely."
Shuffling forward the Diverse spoke, "Why not get it your petching selves? Waste of time bringing me to a place with no fight. Petching boring is what it is."
Sighing to herself, "We have taken what we can from the crypt, and now you must take your prize as well. Tis nothing more than that."
The Diverse would hesitate a moment, his eyes straying to the gargoyle before snarling and reaching for the bag of gold, attempting to remove it from where it rested.