Chapter 1: Prisoners of the Drow

As you all sit in the guard tower, you hear nothing above you. After a few moments you hear chatter and the creak of the bridge.

In a moment, the first guard is through the door. He heads through backwards, keeping up his conversation with the second guard. As he turns, he sees Cemos. The second guard is right inside the doorway.

Can Act: Bildaweer, Cemos, Dustin, Fang

When the first guard turns and sees the overturned tables, he opens his mouth to shout a warning. At that moment, Dustin pops up over the table and buries a crossbow bolt into the shoulder of the first guard. His hand flies to the shaft sticking out from his chest, a cry building in his throat. The guard behind him drops a hand to his shortsword as an ensorceled vine of thorns wraps itself around his throat, cutting off sound, it's spiky surface digging deep into his flesh. With a snarl of agression, Fang yanks on the whip in his hand, pulling the back guard up into his compatriot. As they fumble about in their collission, out pokes Bildaweer, glowing bolts of energy springing from his fingers. The three missiles streak across the small room unerringly. One, two, three bolts find their homes in the center of his chest. The power of the missiles, coupled with the force of Fang's pull, send the shield-wielding drow to his knees in a clatter. As he hits the ground, the bonds of his shield break, causing the heavy wooden barricade to fall from his leather-bedecked arm. Cemos steps forward, and aims for the first guard. Unfortunately, the havoc caused by Fang's whip attack cause the guard to stumble just out of range of the sword swing.

As they try to get their footing, Dustin sends another bolt from his crossbow. It careens off-course, embedding itself in the wall. Fang pulls his arm back and snaps out a second stroke of the whip toward the second guard. Just barely making contact, the vines slice at his throat, opening up more small wounds on the blueish gray flesh. Cemos takes advantage of the distraction and thrusts his sword forward, sliding it all the way to the hilt in the chest of the first drow. The light fades from the guard's eyes as his cry dies in a gurgle. He slops to the floor, blood pulsing from the gaping chest wound. His intended target down, the deep gnome slings three bolts of energy at the remaining guard, all three slamming into the drow's body, bringing a shriek of pain from his lips.

He stands and draws his shortsword. Setting sights on the nearest threat, he makes two swings at Cemos. His first swing is so wild, it ends up flashing past his target and hitting his leg instead, slicing through the tendons of his knee.

Can Act:
Bildaweer, Cemos, Dustin, Fang
Inspiration:
Cemos 1 | Bildaweer 1 | Fang 1 | Dustin 1