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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Wraithdrit" data-source="post: 1095576" data-attributes="member: 10820">“Prove yourself willing and able and I will grant you the power to see in darkness,” hissed Tanerus’ shadow. “Won’t that be nice? No more stupid little lantern.”Tanerus growled over his shoulder as he shone his light around the small natural passage he was creeping along. “Shut up shadow… someone might hear us.”As if to punctuate the halfling’s words the hiss of a pair of projectiles whizzing past interrupted the fledgling argument. Tanerus hunkered to one side, trying to be smaller. Behind him, Plickit slipped back into the corridor leading toward the eater of the dead’s room. The thri-kreen heard a muffled thump and peeked around the corner just enough to see that Tanerus was slumped on the ground, a single bolt protruding from his shoulder. His face was a mask of peaceful slumber. The ranger quickly waved the rest of the group back from the corner and kept watch of the slumbering halfling’s form.It was only a few moments later that a massive eight legged monstrosity crept into the edge of the thri-kreen’s vision. Behind the mantis warrior Mytrym saw that each of his four arms were pulling forth the weird throwing wedges that Plickit used so efficiently. For a moment the aasimar paladin wondered how many of those things Plickit actually carried. From behind them Delorian hissed, “What’s the hold up?” Mytrym shrugged and pointed at Plickit’s back. The antenna atop the thri-kreen’s head rotated back as if to listen for more whispers from the party. Suddenly the ranger was on the move.Plickit leaned out when the spider got to just over the halfling’s sleeping form. As he launched wedge after wedge he noted with curiosity that the spider had no eyes. Where they once were, nothing but inky blackness remained. The spider lurched as the first wedge plunged into one leg. It reared up, catching each of the remaining seven wedges in its thin lower thorax. The lurching form fell backwards and let out a hissing sigh as its eight legs curled up and twitch slightly. Plickit frowned. It had taken all eight wedges to kill it. He should have been able to kill it with only four. The beast was far too resilient for just a large spider. He suspected necromancy at work. It had been an undead spider. His thoughts were interrupted when arrows from down the corridor whipped past him, skittering off the walls of the natural passage. Plickit ducked back quickly, he could not even see who was shooting. Mytrym stepped up to replace the ranger. He already had his bow out. An arrow glowed brightly with a light spell. Raising the bow he fired, ignoring the arrows that clattered off the wall near him. Amador slid across the opening to the opposite wall of the four way intersection. He began returning fire down the corridor as well, covering the paladin’s shot. The light arrow whipped down the corridor, lighting it as it went along. Finally it flew threw an opening, revealing a single drow pulling back from the light momentarily. As the arrow clattered of the back wall, casting light in the large room on the other side of the opening, it silhouetted the form of the lone drow that began to once again fire arrow after arrow down the corridor. Mytrym muttered, “One drow?” He raised his bow, another arrow nocked. As he released the arrow down the corridor he growled, “He can’t be alone.”While Mytrym was recovering from releasing the bowstring the air in front of him shimmered and a thin blade lashed out from the shimmer, followed by a dark skinned hand, chainmail arm, and finally the full form of a crouching drow warrior. The blade stabbed through the paladin’s plate armor once, twice, then a third time. Mytrym stumbled back and tossed the bow aside, ripping his sword out of his scabbard. The drow pressed the advantage staying on the paladin. But Mytrym was not alone. A dark form rolled past his opponent and Delorian came up swinging. The drow stumbled as the shade’s knee smashed into his back. But the Underdark warrior was not ready to go down. After all, the archer was still supporting him.As if on cue the arrows stopped a moment and everything in the air turned inky dark. Shadows covered everything, making it hard for those unable to see in the dark to make out exactly what was going on. Unfortunately for the drow, no one left standing fit in that category. Only the gently sleep halfling could not see in the shadowy darkness the drow could naturally conjure. The drow swordsman shifted his stance, turning and lashing out ineffectively at the shade that ambushed him. He started to fight a retreat when a form lashed out of the darkness. It was four armed mantis warrior. The drow’s shock did not last long. He fell dead with several of Plickit’s weapons bristling from his chest. Delorian turned and bolted down the corridor. His long strides chewed up the distance between him and the archer in no time at all. The archer backed around the corner as he saw the monk coming. Delorian burst into the room to see the warrior fleeing down a wide shaft. Without hesitating Delorian dived down after him. He caught up with the warrior as he picked his way down a sloping corridor. The natural cavern and slope made movement difficult, but it did not seem to hinder Delorian too badly. The fleeing archer glanced back to see where the monk was, and when he saw the fist raising to hit him he turned back and yelled something down the corridor. It echoed over into the distance. Delorian growled in anger, and slammed his fist into the back of the fleeing archers head. The archer stumbled but kept running. Delorian never let up. Another couple of steps and he lashed out again. Again he hit the drow in the base of the head. Again the drow called something out down the corridor and stumbled. The monk was getting angry, each of the blows had been designed to stop the archer in his tracks. It was not a particularly crippling strike, but it would certainly ring someone’s bell enough to be able to subdue them.“Fine!” growled the monk. “Have it your way!” He leapt up, kicked off one wall and leveled the archer with a kick to the side of the head. As Delorian landed he thought to himself, if that doesn’t stun him, I don’t know what will.He landed in a fighting stance, staring down the corridor as the drow crumpled to ground. No one was coming, so he glanced down at his ‘prisoner’. The drow’s head was cocked to one side at a bad angle and his eyes stared openly up at his assailant. Delorian shrugged and jogged away down the corridor. As he did he pulled a shadow off the wall and disappeared from sight.</blockquote>

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