Abyssal Birthright (Armor Hunt)

They now stood at what looked to be a large ornate door, with two pillories of stone shaped like large, winged, humanoid digimon holding torches flanking each side of it. Purple flames roared eternally in each of the pyres, them looking as if they'd only been lit a moment ago, and frozen in that moment for all time. The door itself had some kind of inscription etched into it, the circular shape of it winding those inscriptions into a spiral of illegible text. In the center laid something strange, something that was not supposed to be there, something familiar. Moxie walked up to the door, Vem following behind with his club rested readily across both his shoulders. Indented into the center of the door was what seemed to be two handprints, however one seemed to have been pushed into the door further than the other. Moxie lifted his hand to the door, as if he'd done it a million times before. His tiny hand perfectly lined up with the one on the door, and he'd push the stone slab further in, which ended in a clicking sound.


Vem just looked on from a few feet behind, not knowing whether to prepare for danger or not. This treasure hunting thing was never really his strong suit. Heck, he could barely get a piece of meat from out below a sleeping Fangmon without getting bit in half. Still, he had faith in...whatever it was Moxie was doing. After all, his god said to trust him, and that should be enough, right? As Moxie stepped back from the door,a low rumble was heard from the cave's wall, before the sound of stone grinding against stone filled their ears. The door would spin in a circle, as the three segments that it was comprised of dissapeared into the wall, creating a spiral-like movement. Beyond that door, the  room that laid before them was plain to see. It was just yet another cavern, jagged stones for walls and all, but something stood out about this place. There was nothing in the room but two things. A large statue, in the shape of the same kind of creature flanking the door. However, this one was kneeling, with two palms outstretched. One of the palms was empty, but the other had a strange object. It appeared to be some kind of idol in the shape of a masked head, grotesquely biting down on what looked like a red orb of some kind. On the orb appeared to be some kind of insignia. Moxie stared into the unmoving eyes of the idol, and then his gaze slowly shifted to the empty hand besides it. He then, pensively, moved his hand towards the idol, beforepulling back. He'd then gain a look of anger, reeling back his hand as if to strike the idol, and swinging his arm towards it with an open palm. He snatched the idol in his hand, and a look of relief washed over him. Vem simply stood there, not knowing a single thing about what was going through Moxie's mind. "Let's go, we're done here." Moxie would say flatly. Vem followed him out, as the two of them began their trek out of this crypt which was once called home.