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<blockquote data-quote="Spider_Jerusalem" data-source="post: 2335352" data-attributes="member: 5507"><p><span style="color: RoyalBlue"><strong>"They cannot be hurt!"</strong></span></p><p></p><p>Torious slid out of the other side and breathed in deep gulps of air as he turned back and offered his hand to Thalin. Grasping the priest’s hand, Thalin pulled free of the walls as the blade hummed again and slid even further. The walls ached in reply.</p><p></p><p>Milo passed under the knife as a shriek from the end of the corridor heralded the arrival Lyle. His goggled eyes stretched down the corridor, coming to rest on the knife. Understanding the forces at work, he levelled the crossbow at the knife hilt and began to aim as the halfling scrabbled towards the exit. </p><p></p><p>Lyle stood silhouetted in the corridor gap, his goggles two discs of light against the darkness. The skeletons caught up and began to press themselves into the corridor. The undead crawled over each other towards the three heroes, their thick bones scraping against the wall sides as they moved.</p><p></p><p>Cursing, Lyle saw his shot ruined by the overlapping undead and re-aimed over them. </p><p></p><p>Milo slipped through the end of the corridor, and not waiting to catch his breath, jumped up and pulled his rope from his backpack and began to whirl it in the air. Thalin ducked suddenly as a black-feathered bolt ricocheted from the corridor roof and slit through his cloak, inches from his arm. </p><p></p><p>Measuring his aim, Milo twirled the rope once more as the first of the skeletons swarmed under the knife, and then released the rope end. The rope snaked towards the knife and perfectly wrapped around the blade, but the halfling’s joy turned to dismay as the razor sharp knife-edge slit the rope into pieces. The skeletons surged under the knife and began to spill towards the end of the corridor.</p><p></p><p>With a shout of victory, Milo’s rope whipped around the blade hilt. Skeletal hands began to claw and scrape at the knife, but to no avail. </p><p>“See ya later” said Milo as he jerked the rope backwards, dislodging the blade. With a thunderous grating, the walls began to close together. Milo deftly caught the blade as it whistled through the air, the name <em>Sliverspike</em> crafted into the hilt.</p><p></p><p>Skeletons snapped and buckled into pieces as the walls compacted their brittle bodies. Showers of bone shards peppered the watching heroes as the skeletons reached the end of the corridor in a flurry of shattering frames. </p><p></p><p>Not wanting to watch the bones of the dwarves crushed, Thalin turned to view their new surroundings. They now stood in a large chamber with dig marks along the walls, <em>a recent excavation</em>, thought Thalin. The opposite wall was a single huge stonework door, larger than any before. But he didn’t have time to investigate further as two coins zipped through the closing walls and scattered onto the ground at his feet. With a slam, the walls closed, cutting off Lyle’s sudden maniacal laughter.</p><p></p><p>The coins lay at his feet for a moment, and then dissolved into the ground. Torious and Milo stood with the mage as they watched in horror as out of thin air a circle of bones ripped into existence. Stepping back slowly, the three companions backed away towards the huge doors as the hovering bone circle began to build upon itself, adding grisly layers of blood and filth. A stench of putrid flesh crawled through the air. </p><p></p><p>With a green blast, the circles throbbed once then two withered human figures stepped through and dropped into a predatory crouch. Each cloaked figure had a deformed, taloned hand, which rippled with powerful muscles. Their red bale-fire eyes viewed their targets with a murderous lust.</p><p></p><p>Torious screamed in celestial fury as he recognised two <strong>Banedead</strong>, dread servants of the banished god Bane.</p><p></p><p>Torious had barely a moment to contemplate their arrival as the Banedead leapt at him, fanged maws eager for Aasimar flesh. Bowling him backwards, the undead drove their claws into any exposed flesh they could find. Torious struggled to fight the creatures off, feeling his limbs become slow and sluggish as their claws curved rents in his skin.</p><p></p><p>Thalin shouted a battle cry and barreled one of the creatures off of his companion, driving <em>Shard</em> into its side. But the scimitar clattered against the rotted skin as if it were a metal sheet.</p><p></p><p>“They cannot be hurt!” screamed Thalin as the Banedead ignored him and leapt towards Torious.</p><p></p><p style="text-align: center">- - - - - - - - - -</p><p></p><p>Lyle stamped against the wall again, his efforts to get through useless against the ancient stone. Furious that the mage was out of his sight, Lyle turned to find another way in but halted as a dwarven voice echoed through the room.</p><p>“Triggered. Closed.”</p><p>Lyle span and answered back in fluent dwarven, </p><p>“Deactivate. Open.”</p><p>The walls stood unmoving for a moment then slowly ground open. Lyle grinned sadistically as the thin line to the mage gradually grew wider.</p><p></p><p style="text-align: center">- - - - - - - - - -</p><p></p><p>“Yes they can, but only by magic!” shouted Torious back as he landed a gauntleted fist into one of his assailant’s faces as he pushed himself into a crouch. </p><p></p><p>Thalin realising his efforts with <em>Shard</em> were useless and only having a few spells left, the mage began to assist Torious, finding that the banedead wouldn’t even attack the mage even if he pulled them away and forced them back from the priest of Tyr.</p><p></p><p>Milo fumbled through his bag again, his hands pressing through the rubbish and rags collected over time until his fingers touched what he had been looking for, the keystone. Spilling the contents of his bag everywhere, Milo pulled the huge gem free. Holding it up to the door, he grinned as it matched perfectly to the gem already placed into one of the two holes. With a slight pause, understanding this could well be the end of his fortune, Milo pressed the gem into the second slot. With a sound like someone sighing, the two gems retracted into the holes and the whole chamber began to shudder as the massive doors began to part at the centre.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Spider_Jerusalem, post: 2335352, member: 5507"] [COLOR=RoyalBlue][B]"They cannot be hurt!"[/B][/COLOR] Torious slid out of the other side and breathed in deep gulps of air as he turned back and offered his hand to Thalin. Grasping the priest’s hand, Thalin pulled free of the walls as the blade hummed again and slid even further. The walls ached in reply. Milo passed under the knife as a shriek from the end of the corridor heralded the arrival Lyle. His goggled eyes stretched down the corridor, coming to rest on the knife. Understanding the forces at work, he levelled the crossbow at the knife hilt and began to aim as the halfling scrabbled towards the exit. Lyle stood silhouetted in the corridor gap, his goggles two discs of light against the darkness. The skeletons caught up and began to press themselves into the corridor. The undead crawled over each other towards the three heroes, their thick bones scraping against the wall sides as they moved. Cursing, Lyle saw his shot ruined by the overlapping undead and re-aimed over them. Milo slipped through the end of the corridor, and not waiting to catch his breath, jumped up and pulled his rope from his backpack and began to whirl it in the air. Thalin ducked suddenly as a black-feathered bolt ricocheted from the corridor roof and slit through his cloak, inches from his arm. Measuring his aim, Milo twirled the rope once more as the first of the skeletons swarmed under the knife, and then released the rope end. The rope snaked towards the knife and perfectly wrapped around the blade, but the halfling’s joy turned to dismay as the razor sharp knife-edge slit the rope into pieces. The skeletons surged under the knife and began to spill towards the end of the corridor. With a shout of victory, Milo’s rope whipped around the blade hilt. Skeletal hands began to claw and scrape at the knife, but to no avail. “See ya later” said Milo as he jerked the rope backwards, dislodging the blade. With a thunderous grating, the walls began to close together. Milo deftly caught the blade as it whistled through the air, the name [I]Sliverspike[/I] crafted into the hilt. Skeletons snapped and buckled into pieces as the walls compacted their brittle bodies. Showers of bone shards peppered the watching heroes as the skeletons reached the end of the corridor in a flurry of shattering frames. Not wanting to watch the bones of the dwarves crushed, Thalin turned to view their new surroundings. They now stood in a large chamber with dig marks along the walls, [I]a recent excavation[/I], thought Thalin. The opposite wall was a single huge stonework door, larger than any before. But he didn’t have time to investigate further as two coins zipped through the closing walls and scattered onto the ground at his feet. With a slam, the walls closed, cutting off Lyle’s sudden maniacal laughter. The coins lay at his feet for a moment, and then dissolved into the ground. Torious and Milo stood with the mage as they watched in horror as out of thin air a circle of bones ripped into existence. Stepping back slowly, the three companions backed away towards the huge doors as the hovering bone circle began to build upon itself, adding grisly layers of blood and filth. A stench of putrid flesh crawled through the air. With a green blast, the circles throbbed once then two withered human figures stepped through and dropped into a predatory crouch. Each cloaked figure had a deformed, taloned hand, which rippled with powerful muscles. Their red bale-fire eyes viewed their targets with a murderous lust. Torious screamed in celestial fury as he recognised two [B]Banedead[/B], dread servants of the banished god Bane. Torious had barely a moment to contemplate their arrival as the Banedead leapt at him, fanged maws eager for Aasimar flesh. Bowling him backwards, the undead drove their claws into any exposed flesh they could find. Torious struggled to fight the creatures off, feeling his limbs become slow and sluggish as their claws curved rents in his skin. Thalin shouted a battle cry and barreled one of the creatures off of his companion, driving [I]Shard[/I] into its side. But the scimitar clattered against the rotted skin as if it were a metal sheet. “They cannot be hurt!” screamed Thalin as the Banedead ignored him and leapt towards Torious. [CENTER]- - - - - - - - - -[/CENTER] Lyle stamped against the wall again, his efforts to get through useless against the ancient stone. Furious that the mage was out of his sight, Lyle turned to find another way in but halted as a dwarven voice echoed through the room. “Triggered. Closed.” Lyle span and answered back in fluent dwarven, “Deactivate. Open.” The walls stood unmoving for a moment then slowly ground open. Lyle grinned sadistically as the thin line to the mage gradually grew wider. [CENTER]- - - - - - - - - -[/CENTER] “Yes they can, but only by magic!” shouted Torious back as he landed a gauntleted fist into one of his assailant’s faces as he pushed himself into a crouch. Thalin realising his efforts with [I]Shard[/I] were useless and only having a few spells left, the mage began to assist Torious, finding that the banedead wouldn’t even attack the mage even if he pulled them away and forced them back from the priest of Tyr. Milo fumbled through his bag again, his hands pressing through the rubbish and rags collected over time until his fingers touched what he had been looking for, the keystone. Spilling the contents of his bag everywhere, Milo pulled the huge gem free. Holding it up to the door, he grinned as it matched perfectly to the gem already placed into one of the two holes. With a slight pause, understanding this could well be the end of his fortune, Milo pressed the gem into the second slot. With a sound like someone sighing, the two gems retracted into the holes and the whole chamber began to shudder as the massive doors began to part at the centre. [/QUOTE]
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