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The Emperor of Solmaria

Uhh... calm down... I just wanted to make clear, and will continue to do so, that it's wrong to have the actions of an individual count for an entire race! Guess we better follow him... there are some big nasty rats around!
 

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Xanthas rushes forward, sword swing. As soon as he rounds the corner, the light form the torches seem to loose their strength as a seeming wall of rats, critters, and creatures move out of the alcove to meet the fighters charge! In the lead of the mass of creatures are two enormous rats, the size of small ponies.

It almost seems as if the mass is working in concert.

Xanthas takes a deep breath as the mass of creatures washes towards him, seeming to shrink his very world.

Then all goes black as the meer mass knocks him off his feet into the thigh deep sludge, the weight of them keeping him under the water!

The others see him disappear around the corner and see and feel the swell of the sludge as the mass of rats move.

As they watch they see the the wall of rats advance at an alarming rate towards the group!
 


Shadowleaf's eyes widen as he sees the mass of rats approach. "Shar help me." he says under his breath and tries to press himself up against the wall as best he can, trying to find something to grip on to.
 

Dylan snorted as the "idiot" swordsman stormed off into the darkness by himself. That's right - go running off where you can't see a thing. And do us all a favour, don't come back. I hope the rats eat you. Stood smirking at the thought of the fellow's bones being cleaned by his imaginary rats, the bard is brought out of his short daydream by Lenya's squeel.

Wha... The swarm of rodents rounding the bend cause him to stop mid-sentence. Eyes bulging in surprise and fear, he steps back against the sewer wall, grabbing out for Lenya's sleeve, trying to pull her with him.
 

"By the sacred beard of the sun! Light some torches! Try to keep them away with the fire!" Dar shouts at the party as he makes a dash forward with a threatening roar, trying to reach out for Xanthas to get him out of the sludge.
Shar? Did he invoke the Dark Mistress? I think I should have a talk with him later...
 

Xanthas curses himself and goes under, his anger or idiocy (depending on how you look at it) surpressed under large amounts of vermin flesh and murky blackness. One god or another, save me!
 

Xanthas, no! That's not a pony, don't try to ride it!

Kinden will fire as many arrows at the closest pony-rat as he can. When it gets close he'll draw his sword and hack at it.
 

Dar steps forward and with a torch in one hand waves it infront of himself, trying to get the advancing wave to stop, but they seem not to even slow! His hand on his weapon, knickles white he waits for the advance. "Light some torches!!" he wells once more at his shocked companions.

Shadowleaf moves to the wall and finds a handhold through the slime that he pressed himself into, surely leaving an imprint in it's 3 inch thickness. Shar may or may not have heard him, but darkness seems to prevail over the light of the torches as the putrid onslaught overtakes Dar and his torch.

DAr takes a swind at one of the pony sized rats before he too is dragged under. He maintains his grip on his weapon, and gets a good breath of air before everything goes black and he has the distict displeasure of feeling his feet loose their purchase on slick floor.

That's when the wave hits Shadowleaf. He notes as an arrow leaves Kinden's bow from behind him and sees the pony sized rat stagger with the blow, but that was it. He also feels his feet leave the ground, but with his handhold, is able to remain virticle and regains his feet as more and more rats scurry over him!

Dylan also moves towards the wall, gradding a startled Lenya with him. Midnight takes to the air, and flies out of sight with a squak that sounds very disgruntled.

Lenya, pulled towards the wall fells, more then sees the rats hit her! She feels the drip of Dylan's hand slip and disappear as any type of orientation does. She feels herself being submirged and turnes and twisted by the mass of rats as they scurry over her.

Dylan notes none of that as his only concern is to grip the wall as the wave of rat flesh hit him. Him and Shadowleaf have the pleasure to feel bugs and insects, spiders and who knows what else crawl over their flesh, beneith their cloths, over their skin and threw their hair, while those that are submirged only feel the sludge and the rats.

Kinden, in the back, is the last to be hit, though the outcome does not change much for that fact. He too is swept under, though he looses his grip on his bow as he goes under, turning in the ever increasing number of rats. Once he hits something, grabbing at it instincively and his fingers wrap around the familiar pattern o fhis bow.
 


Into the Woods

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