Definitely not grave robbery.

Click-! And in we go.

Here comes a rookie, not entirely helpless- but still a rookie. Breaking and entering into a decrepit tomb in the caves of Zeboli. A terrible idea, really. But who's going to stop a rookie? an expert? The rookie wouldn't listen even if told that it was a horrible choice.

The entrance door of the old place had slowly moved away, now providing access to those who wished to enter or exit, at least if one were to shimmy just a bit.
And from behind the door, a little glowing ball had been rolled in to illuminate and dispel the darkness. The lack of alertness or noise within gave our rookie the assumption that all was clear, and so... she began shimmying on in.

Meet Beatrix, she's our rookie for today and she looks quite excited at what she's discovered in this old looking abandoned site! You can tell she's excited because her long pointed ears keep wiggling in nervous anticipation. First her head pops in, and then the rest of her follows suit. Creeping carefully to make sure not a sound was made by her steps, yet they sounded in any event. She was not the sneaky type.

Many dust particles floated around the now disturbed crypt, present and seen by the illumination of Beatrix's ball of light that was still rolling on the floor. The elf sneezed once too much dust had bothered her and she quickly clamped a hand over her mouth in order to make up for the loud burst of noise, ears flicking wildly in response too.

"Mask... Mask... Shoulda put on the mask first- shoot." She riffled through her bag in search of whatever mask she was looking for. And the best solution was an incredibly yellow bandana that was neatly folded. "It'll do." She'd mused to herself, now wrapping this bandana around her face to cover her mouth and nose. Then, with graceless motion, swept the bright orb off the ground and held it for vision.

This room of the crypt was rather small, and whilst the design of the walls or the material of the build would have been interesting enough to Bea. However, she had greater plans in mind. It involved gathering a few ancient relics and trinkets from the crypt. Of course, she wasn't too keen on going at first.. at least until she was swayed with promise of these objects holding much historical significance. That's what got her on board with this.

The issue was... this room had none of what she was promised, but behold! Yet another passageway led deeper into the crypt. This must have just been the antechamber! Oh, silly Bea. Of course you made the rookie mistake of thinking that a crypt wouldn't have some kind of antechamber... for... what would it be for? Guests? The dead didn't need guests of the living kind! What good would that do?

Eh, just a thought though. Our Siemite Rookie was too busy humming a haulers' tune to which she couldn't remember the words. It had something about venturing, plus it was catchy. And so she ventured onward, deeper into the old place. Thank Siem for the light though, it was eerily dark outside its influence and that gave Bea a chilly creep. Like a shiver down her spine, where it tingled all the ticklish locations. Each step she took loudly crunched, what was even so crunchy to begin with? Most likely loose rocks... what else would it be?

Whatever the light did reveal was walls of a hallway with the occasional doorway into a side-room. "This must be a very fancy crypt- wow!" She'd peer into every doorway, mostly to be met by decorative... bones. Yes, many bones of sorts. Bones set upon stone shelving, it was all quite orderly, they must have had sophisticated burial rites here! Being so curious, Bea had finally entered a room that she picked solely on a hunch. Her hunch had been surprisingly spot on this time. The orb in her hand had been rolled forward to reveal a perfectly kept whole skeleton, laying in a splendid holder for it. Then all was dark, the light had gone out. Whoops.

"Eep!" it was the worst time for the lights to go out, and Bea was shakily trying to reactivate the orb. Which involved her wildly flailing the arm that held it. Till she poured some more mana back into it to reignite the light.

ah, that was better. She could see again. Ah! And how fortunate! There were a few shelves that held a handful of enticing looking artifacts. So Bea brought out the... portable hole so she could store some of these artifacts, just a whole bunch of careful placement of antiques in the storage unit. Until there were none left on the shelf, and then there was the matter of the skeleton. It was an incredible specimen, really. It even had a rather large mana crystal just kept in the skeleton's chest area. Within the ribs, of course. A stone, a full stone sized mana crystal, she'd just stick her hands right in there to pry the valuable rock out. Though she was met with a challenge of resistance, the object refused to budge from its rightful place, so she pulled harder, added more strength and leverage to her pull. It felt like it was working- felt like there was something moving. Yes! It was wo-

It wasn't, her hand had merely slipped from grasping the rock and she barreled backwards from the force of having pulled with such effort. Now stunned, she lay on the floor looking up at the darkness. Her ears twitched with a twinge of frustration, she wasn't about to be defeated by a mere magical stone. Quickly, she had scampered back onto her two feet and stamped over to the skeleton yet again.
"I need this for studying. Please relinquish it immediately!" Once more, hand on stone and pulling with great effort. There were many... unethical noises made that shall be marked off as strenuous effort alongside a bunch of grumbling and something on the verge of screaming. 

PULL!

One....

PULLLL!!!!!

Two.

AAAAAAAAAAAA-

Three! Crrkak! "AH!"

The stone had finally come loose from the Skeleton's body. This time, Beatrix had been more prepared, though she forgot to account for the ribs that had been torn free as well. Of course she screamed, why wouldn't she? She was being assaulted by the ribs of this completely inanimate skeleton! How dare they attack her like this!

...

Well... at least she had the mana crystal taking up the space of her hand hand now. It was a vibrant forest green... green...ish? Whatever, it's hard to tell color in the dark!
"Finally... phew... you were the toughest one to get out of these things." She chimed gleefully at what she'd call the greatest find of the bunch. This was good, she thought it was probably a good haul from what she got. So she turned to make her way for the exit.

It might be grave-robbery...

Ckllkikcckiklik! Chkchkkchk!

Beatrix was on her way out of the current crypt room, the one that contained the skeleton who was now missing a few ribs. Only to be disturbed by the fact that quite a lot of bony clicking noises had begun to sound out. You can tell they're bony because they made the funny noises when they clicked. This was Bea's cue to be scarce, however in all her finite wisdom, she turned around like any non-self-preserving Siemite would do.

Ah... The skeleton was out of it's resting cot, and standing. It had been looking at the ribs on the floor, then at it's ribcage. Oh.
"That was an accident... I swear." Bea commentated within her mind. Just taking a step back and finding that her heel caught and crunched a bone on the floor. Darn! All attempts at escape had just been foiled by the random bones that were now messily littered about.

The skeleton had locked eyes with her, two small luminescent sparks formed in their peeper sockets. As well as a shaky fist being fistily shaken at the elf. Clearly, upset at the person who was intruding upon their resting place.
"Oi! What do you think you're doing in my room! Gimme back my heart!" Such audacity! Surely, a skeleton would know to stay dead. Right?

Bea shook her head and shrugged. What heart was this... dead thing talking about? And why was it so angry??? It was a skeleton! It didn't need the rock!
"Wha- I don't have your heart!" Her reasoning was quite expertly. She didn't hold a heart in her hand, she had a mana crystal.

The bony arm of the skeleton outstretched and pointed to the stone in Bea's hand. "You lying thief! You've got it in your hands right there!" The skeleton gave no further warning. As runic glyphs formed all along the many bones of this skeleton, glowing with power and mana flowing through. Tremoring slightly, the bones all around began shaking and slowly connecting together. making... tiny skeletons. And they were all holding little knives and other assorted.. sharp implements.

Oh this was no good- Bea had quickly turned and began running in a direction. The braziers of the crypt suddenly leapt to life as if the entire place was awake. She of course was fretting quite a lot at the predicament. She just kept running. Even pocketing the stone in her pack for safekeeping.

Through the halls, it slowly started to dawn on her... why would functional braziers be in a crypt? And why were there so many... proper decorative pieces around... like a banner, and... was that a treated wooden bookshelf? Oh Siem! No time to ponder, she was running away from all the little bony gremlins that were cackling ever so 'evilly' and chasing her.

She'd throw things over to divert and slow her pursuers' pace. Knocking over quite a bunch, like pots and other sorts of things. It was all quite the commotion, and she kept running through. Eventually finding her way into more well lit rooms. One was a large room, likely some kind of dining hall. Why would a skeleton need a dining hall!?? It didn't matter! There were chairs! She was beginning to throw the chairs aside, and she'd run into the next room. Cabinets and the like all around... other assortments of bowls, pots, and pans too... a kitchen.... seriously?

She kept running through until she hit a dead end, turning around and breathing heavily, she had her back to the wall and there was not much left she could do. The tiny skeletons were approaching, and they had kitchen knives! OH DEAR!

Well... she knew that she'd have to put her training to use one day, but she didn't expect it to be today. But here we are...
Carefully, and hesitantly... she finally reached for the sword at her side, slowly removing it from it's sheathe... albeit with much trouble, it kept getting stuck. Till one of the bony minions had leapt forward and in a stroke of desperation, Beatrix had yanked the sword free from the sheathe and whacked the minion with force enough for it to be sent aside into the wall and break apart back into bones.

There was silence. Then began the small whine of fright from the elf. Ears wiggling anxiously. Quickly, it turned into resolve. And then Bea took a step forward, then another, and another. And she began swinging her sword. So dull and blunt it was more like a bludgeon, but she swung it with everything she had. Shouting and screaming the entire time, probably driven by nothing but pure fear. Anything that got too close would receive the mighty thwack of doom from the unbelievably durable metal extension of the elf that was this sword. And she was swinging wildly with abandon!

One, two, three, more... many many more of the little bone-raised minions had been defeated by Beatrix's attempt at escape through direct conflict, and once the path was clear, she just kept running.

Just keep on running Bea, just keep on running. She was almost in the clear when the main offender of this party, the rude skeleton had gotten in Bea's way. Of course, he was not spared any mercy from the mighty thwackinator, and the poor fella was sent tumbling like a strike in a bowling alley.

"BWEHHHHHHH!" Bea's battlecry echoed all throughout these halls, and only once she was out of the place in it's entirety and even further away to prevent being followed, she would allow herself to rest. Only once she was entirely in the clear.

That would have to be a while... quite some time had passed and the adrenaline was finally wearing off. Beatrix felt incredibly sore from all the activity, and worse yet, she couldn't help but feel guilty at having... gone through... everything that had transpired...

Her next destination was setting for a return to the Osephian outpost she had gotten the tip from. Never again did she wish to deal with Zebolian crypts, at least not until she had some form of adventuring party to take along with her. That was.. too risky for her tastes.