[Larry_OHF]

The End of Kynnen the Drow Mercenary

Originally posted by Bozos of Bones, November 2005: Kynnen ??/85 The door opened to reveal a rather comical and most rare sight. A Drow, his dark skin clad in armor of an even darker visage, stood and looked at the sun. The Great Darkness was safe in it's Cage, but his bag and a few other meaningless fabrics have been torn. Which leads us to why the sight is comical. Having no serviceable container to carry his larger items, he had to use his hands. In his left hand, he held the head of the dead mage by it's hair. In his right hand, he held the skull of a dead warrior. One that talked from time to tme. And did so now. "Ah... the sun!" the skull let out in an empty skeletal wisp that somehow still conveyed the emotions of rapture. "Agh... the sun." the Drow let out in a disgusted drow tone that flawlessly conveyed the emotions of hatred. At first, the idea to bring a skull along out seemed preposterous to him. The fool willingly risked it's life... unlife for the life of another, and deserved no more that to be taken advantage of. And so, Kynnen laughed in his face, and proceeded to walk out, back towards the wretched light of day. And then, for no apparent reason other than the twisted sense of honour the drow possesed, he came back, picked up the skull, careful not to expose himself to any bites of opportunity, and continued out. After all, what is a harmless talking skull of a warrior compared to the talking head of a powerful wizard. Thankfully, the head of Andrion has been silent so far.

The drow had lived a good life, having extraordinary luck so far. He had come to the surface for work, hooked up with a powerful and evil anti-paladin that was calling himself the Reaper, and had survivied a battle against some humans and elves back in Lesismoore. After that, he had entered this swamp and discovered sunken tombs within a subterranian death trap. He survived it all. That is how he had come across the head of this warrior; some guy called Lord Snowdale. He also had in his possession the head of an accomplice to the Mage, an enemy to his Master. His name had been Andrion.

The drow found himself in the evening sun which was weakening to his strength and most undesirable for one of his race. It was time he head North-East and rendevous with his master the Reaper.

The trek through the swamp was no fun at all, and in fact, became worse as he tredged through it. It was slow going, but the safest, and helped protect him from the sun as it was very shady in this area. It provided cover he needed to move without detection, for drow on the surface was not a welcomed sight by men nor especially elves. He had to lay low, and these swamps was the best he could do for now.

However, there was a flaw in this poor drow's plan. He had assumed that whatever creatures might lurk within the swamps would be easy enough to defeat...for how many creatures on the surface could really be that much more vicious than anything in the Underforums? HA! Nothing on this surface could surprise him!

Those would be the final thoughts of a drow named Kynnen.

Chuul

The Chuul had heard its victim coming for several minutes now, and sat in excited anticipation for the drow's passing. It would eat well this day. Within the next few minutes, the drow was within range and did not even notice the chuul submerged nearby. This was it. Attack now! The creature leaped from its spot at the same time that it reached out with its pincers, grabbing the drow's leg. It pulled the squirming drow in before he could reach for a weapon and stung him with its tentacales which protruded from its face. The drow went limp, twice now in less than twenty-four hours! But the Chuul would not know that this delicious creature had almost been the meal of a subterranian creature earlier...it was more concerned with the now and present. The drow had no ability to fight anymore. He sunk into the murky swamp to drown even before the chuul began to devour him.

Two heads in a sack bobbed nearby. That of Lord Snowdale who had been cursed and Andrion Wilgor, the errand-mage to the Mage of Shadow. But the Chuul was not concerned with either of those. It had its meal in its grasp.




Larry Silverfall, Morgie, and Senora

The situation was critical and timing was the line between making it out of here or remaining at the mercy of the Shadow Dwarves. Their leader, an especially ugly one, had challenged the group, but Joseph had finished his spell in time and stepped through the shadow-weaved wall into safety. The others had to follow, but there was just one problem. Senora lay prostrated on the floor, oblivious to it all. Larry was blind and could not see where the door had opened, or that there was actually a door. Morgie was stuck with two helpless people, one of which he had sworn to protect. Larry just stood there with his sword out in front of him and a dumb, blank expression on his face as he was trying to figure out what was going on around him.

"Damnit, Larry! Get outta here!" the tall paladin shouted and he stepped toward Larry, grabbed him up and slung him toward the wall where he had seen Joseph pass through. Behind him, he could hear the dwarf making a move and he turned and dodged the hammer just in time to avoid the smashing attack.

Larry had no idea what was going on, nor how to follow Morgie's instruction to flee. No sooner had the tall hero said it, he had reached out, grabbed Larry by the shirt and hoisted him up, only to sling him through the air with incredible strength. Larry had no idea where he was flying to, nor that he had passed through a wall that had been solid only a moment ago. When gravity took over and he landed, he was surprised to see that he had held onto the Nightblade during his first-class flight. He picked himself up and called..."Morgie? Where are we? Where are you?

Morgie could not hear the cry for his attention. He was busy trying to rush over to where Senora's body lay. He made it, grabbed her up and his intention was to rush towards the wall like a charging bull. The dwarf was there. He stood his ground against the tall man, and as Morgie came close, expecting to barrel over the shadow dwarf, the tricky creature showed that it was more nimble than it appeared. The dodge and counter-strike by the hammer was not even seen, for Morgie was staring at the wall. Safety. The dwarf had dodged away, leaving the path clear but suddenly a pain had hit his head and he stared at the wall as he fell to the floor, dropping Senora from his arms, and saw everything fade into black.

He did not make it out.

Senora was still unconcious, oblivious to the fact that this human had tried to save her, and that the others had left her behind.

[ 06-24-2006, 04:38 PM: Message edited by: Larry_OHF ]