Annie:
Belar stepped as silently as she could. Stealth was not her strong suit. Each step in perfect sync with the next, she generated little noise as she navigated the corridor. The smell around the three was overwhelming. It took Belar all the energy she had not to gag. The smell that was apparent was the smell of death. The offensive stench made her stomach churn in disgust after each step. After five minutes of navigating the passage, she heard foot steps in the next room. She took a peek.
Hung strewn on the ground were the corpses of not just goblin children, but elven children collected, killed and discarded in this cavern as if they were trash. The figure apparent-- the perpetrator-- was pacing back and forth as if nervous. Belar recognized his face. He was the
bald drow merchant from before. The one from the market. Belar was furious, but calculated her next move carefully.
" Crap, Andrus, how could you have left that ledger behind? They know what you have done, whom you've been killing. That half-elf brat and that old man, and that other drow? They know. Hackskull? He'll learn, you got to get as far away from Yu'Kragenmaer as possible. You had one job, and that was to get back to Darkspire to get back to your family, and somehow you got lost Fleeing from that creature" The drow said beratingly. the fact that there was nobody responding to the drow meant that nobody else was present.
Since nobody was present, Belar held up her book of curses, and started encanting.
Naeidvakar indulan, paeidmar idvakano
Feeling his strength ebb as Belar kept encanting, Andrus pressed his hand into the ground, and 13 skeletal figures clawed their way out of the ground and picked up tarnished silver axes, Andrus fled. Charging at Belar, and swinging their axes at Belar once they got close enough, Belar ducked at the last minute and swung her mace into the skull of one of the undead skeletons. Bones chipped and cracked Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy!
Belar stepped as silently as she could. Stealth was not her strong suit. Each step in perfect sync with the next, she generated little noise as she navigated the corridor. The smell around the three was overwhelming. It took Belar all the energy she had not to gag. The smell that was apparent was the smell of death. The offensive stench made her stomach churn in disgust after each step. After five minutes of navigating the passage, she heard foot steps in the next room. She took a peek.
Hung strewn on the ground were the corpses of not just goblin children, but elven children collected, killed and discarded in this cavern as if they were trash. The figure apparent-- the perpetrator-- was pacing back and forth as if nervous. Belar recognized his face. He was the
bald drow merchant from before. The one from the market. Belar was furious, but calculated her next move carefully.
" Crap, Andrus, how could you have left that ledger behind? They know what you have done, whom you've been killing. That half-elf brat and that old man, and that other drow? They know. Hackskull? He'll learn, you got to get as far away from Yu'Kragenmaer as possible. You had one job, and that was to get back to Darkspire to get back to your family, and somehow you got lost Fleeing from that creature" The drow said beratingly. the fact that there was nobody responding to the drow meant that nobody else was present.
Since nobody was present, Belar held up her book of curses, and started encanting.
Naeidvakar indulan, paeidmar idvakano
Feeling his strength ebb as Belar kept encanting, Andrus pressed his hand into the ground, and 13 skeletal figures clawed their way out of the ground and picked up tarnished silver axes, Andrus fled. Charging at Belar, and swinging their axes at Belar once they got close enough, Belar ducked at the last minute and swung her mace into the skull of one of the undead skeletons. Bones chipped and cracked Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy!
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