Episode 27
Fight to a Drow
E’lissar stumbled backwards, “I err, umm…”
“Look darling,” the drow male sneered, “we have company.” He opened the door wider revealing a female drow beyond.
Quarion shot an arrow into the room missing both dark elves. The male drow slammed the door shut in response.
Gjord moved forward and began putting caltrops on the floor before the door.
“What are you doing?” E’lissar asked in a demanding voice.
“Setting a trap for them. We have to keep moving,” Gjord answered.
“No way,” E’lissar protested.
“We are in a hurry. We do not have time for these drow,” Gjord explained.
“I am not getting stabbed in the back by a dark blade,” E’lissar stated. “I am dealing with this now.” E’lissar began sweeping Gjord’s caltrops to the side.
“Fine,” Gjord spat. “If you are going to waste your time with drow, I’m going to move on.”
“Let’s do it,” Quarion said grimly. “They are in their casting spells right now – I’ll warrant you that.”
E’lissar picked the door again and swung it open. The room appeared empty.
“A secret door!” Quarion exclaimed.
E’lissar reached into a leather pouch and retrieved some ground hot pepper from the Arabik Isles. He flung the white powder into the small room. A short time later a faint sniff came from the far side of the area.
“They are still here,” E’lissar growled in a low voice.
Inga rushed past the elves into the room, “Bring it on!”
Inga’s challenge had barely echoed from the narrow walls when the two drow appeared digging blades into opposing sides of the barbarian-cleric.
Inga nearly collapsed from the attacks. E’lissar burst into the room to attempt to aid the beleaguered cleric.
Inga went into a mad rage and pushed the attack towards the female.
While E’lissar moved around the male drow, Quarion came into the room and flanked the male drow. Both elves dug their blades into the overmatched dark elf.
The male drow succumbed to his wounds and fell to the floor. E’lissar planted a boot heel to his face and crushed his facial features with repeated heel strikes. The drow’s blood painted the walls of the chamber.
Gjord, realizing the rest of the group had ignored his common sense, made his way back to the combat.
Inga pushed the drow female off-balance and drove home her weapon. The female fell to the floor as a look of shock came over her face. E’lissar came over to the female and placed the sole of his boot across her windpipe. He left his other foot leaning with all of his weight onto her neck. The drow breathed her last.
Inga used her remaining magic to heal herself.
“This was not necessary,” Gjord brooded. “Inga nearly died for your prejudice.”
“No one died,” E’lissar replied, “and we are safer for it.”
“Can we move forward now?” Quarion asked.
The group went down the corridor and found another door. Quarion put an ear to the portal, “Goblins – lots of them.”
Quarion opened the door and stepped back, Ranin and E’lissar opened fire on the goblins beyond.
Three of the goblins immediately fell. The remaining goblins hesitated and two more missiles flew in knocking the numbers in half. The last two goblins, trapped like fish in a barrel, decided to charge forth.
Bowstrings twanged as the goblin emerged from the chamber and arrows riddled its body. The last goblin flew over the top of its corpse.
Doomed from the outset the goblin fell to ready blades and the corridor went quiet.
“That was easy,” Quarion commented.
“I doubt they thought so,” Gjord stated.
A quick search of the room yielded a few trinkets, but nothing of outstanding value. Moving on, the party came upon a long dark corridor. Quarion and E’lissar worked ahead of the others, moving quickly and quietly.
The hallway ahead ended in a door, but was flanked on both sides by arrow slits.
The elves glided down to the door, but found it locked. Quarion retrieved his lockpicks, and promptly dropped them on the floor. The loud clatter echoed through the area. This sound was quickly followed by the sounds of scrambling behind the walls. Quarion cursed softly. E’lissar pulled an arrow and notched in his bowstring.
Arrows started flying at the pair.
to be continued…
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