End Of Day 2:
The tunnels seemed to stretch on and on. Each step forward seemed to bring the party no closer to the light of the world above. They passed through rooms of all architecture, those carved by the dwarves, by the Drows, by the Orcs and even goblins. But none of those rooms compared To the great hall they were now walking in.
The Walls stretched far above, seeming to go on forever. The Floor was massed with rubble from the halls ceiling. The rooms purpose was unimaginable, and its age uncountable.
Dovcil whistled, and the sounds echoed loudly through the room. Roger cringed and slapped the dwarf with his free hand, clutching his small torch and trying to keep the flame as unnoticeable as possible. The entire band huddled close and moved quickly down the great hall. It was an hour before they noticed they were being followed.
Garl growled quietly, whispering to the part "The walls..... What are those?"
Dovcil grunted "Driders. Things must live on the ceiling in packs. looks like 5 are coming towards us." The party brought out their weapons, all of them having looted weapons from the orc group they had destroyed the day before. The Driders moved in slowly, circling the group.
They struck quickly, smashing into the prisoners before they even knew what happened. Garl was the only one to hold his footing, taking the charge and locking with the Drider. Everyone else scrambled out of the creatures way, Before jumping back up and closing into melee distance. Dovcil and Slashnos squared off with a pair or driders, both of their enemies holding wooden spears and slashing with their claws. The Dwarf howled and raised his sword, pushing in close to the drider until he could hack with abandon. The lizardfolk grunted and blocked the driders strikes, keeping the blows off of his companion.
One drider hissed as the dwarfs sword crushed its chest, but managed to get one arm into position to send the dwarf sprawling. Slashnos cursed and stepped back towards the dwarf. The driders hissed and waded in once again, their spears whistling in on the Lizardfolk. Slashnos lifted his sword and howled a single word, white light infusing the blade and radiating outward in a aura of warmth. Another word created a cloak of light around his chest, and with that he screamed a war chant and charged the two driders.
The driders faltered when faced with the paladins holy might, but stood their ground and stabbed with their spears. The wooden tips burst into flame when they touched the cloak of light, and Slashnos laughed as his sword cleaved 2 of the driders front legs off. Its howled in agony and lashed out with a claw, only to once again be repelled by the cloak. The second drider moved around the lizardfolk, lumbering towards the still dazed Dovcil.
The dwarf shook his head and stood, lifting his sword weakly. The drider rushed him and the dwarf cried an oath as his arm moved to slow to deflect it. The blow landed and he went flying once again, unconscious. Slashnos cursed and jumped back from his own drider to help the fallen dwarf. He slashed the Driders back and interposed himself between it and Dovcil. Hacking wildly he sent the Drider sprawling to the ground in a bloody heap.
The lizardfolk allowed himself a small smile before turning back to the 1st drider. He slashed at it, and it blocked with its broken spear before raising one of its legs and slamming the lizardfolk. He grunted and fell, and knew the battle was over when he saw the driders claws following after him.
The rest of the party managed to mop up the remaining Driders, but Slashnos was already dead. They had no choice but to march on
You have Lynched Slashnos the Lizardfolk (Khazaar), He was a townie
Tally:
Beskar: 2 Khazaar, Pinman
Khazaar: 2 Beskar, Death is Yonder (Dice gods)
Centrion1: 1 Double A
Double A: 1 Centurion1
Begin night 2, it will end June 29 at 8:00 Pm EST
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Re: The Lost of Undermountain
Originally Posted by Beskar
I know. I am horrible.
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