Goldar Ironfist stalked the darkened halls with his +2 flaming scimitar out and the reek of booze thick on his breath.
"Och," he barked in a Scottish brogue, "I see me a wee elfy up ahead". He pointed to inform his companions, none of whom possessed his superior low light vision.
True enough, the wispy figure could be seen perched on a ledge ahead, her back to them.
"I'll take care of this lass," Goldar grinned, sheathing his sword. There was no subtlety as to his intent as he began to unbuckle his trousers.
"I'd rather not watch this," one of his allies said, instead heading off to search the room.
"Me like watch," chuckled Throgg, "Me watch and touch meat staff".
Silune had been prepared for an attack, but not for this. Her spells weren't protection against the dwarf's turgid member.
From the shadows, the arachnid watched.
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Carius the Duskblade stalked the stygian halls, his Elfish eyes and ears picking up the slightest sound or movement in the murky blackness. The intruder moved with all the subtlety of a bull in a china shop. He unsheathed his twin scimitars and moved stealthily towards the hapless human.
"You're not welcome in these halls," he hissed as he struck out, but his target had dived acrobatically to the side and was even now undergoing a terrible transformation.
What had been a mild-mannered human was becoming a terrible, lupine beast. Carius tried to turn and run, but the beast was a natural born predator and it had decided upon its quarry. The hunter had become the hunter, and he was delicious.
Bazzi is dead. He was Carius, Dungeon Aligned Drow Assassin.
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Sarah huddled in the corner of the empty room she'd been lucky enough to stumble into. After coming across all manner of horrors in the dank dungeon, it had been a welcome relief to find nothing but surprisingly clean furs, a barrel of water, and even a little dried fruit in the room.
She was drifting off to sleep when the diminutive figure entered the room. She stifled a cry of fear when she saw the bow drawn and arrow knocked, but for a wonder, the figure didn't seem to see her hiding in the corner.
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Trasian strode the halls with supreme confidence, not afraid of the monsters and traps that littered the halls. He'd spoken to somebody this night and was feeling good about things.
Suddenly, a tiny figure holding a comically large weapon stepped into his path.
"Me kill you. Boom boom big!"
True to its cryptic words, it squeezed the trigger and showered Trasian in a hail of lead.
You don't put a vampire down by such primitive methods, though. Trasian chuckled and shrugged it off, leaving his runtish attacker to scratch his head. He'd be a while reloading.
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It is now day two.
