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Neb · 11-06-2001, 04:55 PM

Neb had found a dagger that someone had dropped on the ground and was advancing stealthliy along the corridor, up ahead, he could see torchlight and the shadow of a lonely guard, he advanced slowly, concentrating 100% on stealth, his advance was both unheard and unseen, he slowly slipped up behind the guard who was standing next to a wooden door that appeared to be the main entrance, he placed his hand over the guard's mouth as he cut his throat, he then searched the corpse, he removed all of the guard's equipment and grabbed his keys and the torch, he dragged the equipment back to the hole and threw it down to his captured friends who would need weapons when he freed them, he couldn't free them now, however, even though he had the keys, since there was no keyhole on the inside of the door, slowly, stealthily, he opened the main door to the dungeon and snuck inside.

The place was a maze, even had he not still been a bit light-headed from the poison he would probably not have been able to find his way around, he had so far stumbled upon a kitchen, an armory(Where he'd picked up a shortsword and a leather armor.) and a small chapel, not the one he had been in earlier though, as he crept along a corridor he could see a humanoid figure outlined in the torchlight up ahead, standing with it's back to him, he would have to kill it if he wished to go any further along the passage, beyond the person he could see the cells that held his friends.

He was 10 feet from the creature when he realized something was wrong, he could see that it was waiting, waiting for him, he quickly started to back away, but it was too late, the mind flayer turned around and he felt the burning pain inside his head as it used a psionic blast to defend itself, however the poison that numbed his senses and locked his magic beyond his grasp also protected him from pain and psionics, he charged ahead, determined not to give it a chance to try again, or to try another trick, with a
well-placed strike he cut off it's left hand, it drew an unpleasant looking dagger with a jagged blade which oozed some sort of sticky substance which smoked when it hit the floor, Neb knew that getting hit by that blade even once would probably assure the end of his life in a slow and painful way.

[ 11-06-2001: Message edited by: Neb ]

11-06-2001, 04:55 PM	#43
Neb Account deleted by Request Join Date: May 17, 2001 Location: . Age: 38 Posts: 8,802	Neb had found a dagger that someone had dropped on the ground and was advancing stealthliy along the corridor, up ahead, he could see torchlight and the shadow of a lonely guard, he advanced slowly, concentrating 100% on stealth, his advance was both unheard and unseen, he slowly slipped up behind the guard who was standing next to a wooden door that appeared to be the main entrance, he placed his hand over the guard's mouth as he cut his throat, he then searched the corpse, he removed all of the guard's equipment and grabbed his keys and the torch, he dragged the equipment back to the hole and threw it down to his captured friends who would need weapons when he freed them, he couldn't free them now, however, even though he had the keys, since there was no keyhole on the inside of the door, slowly, stealthily, he opened the main door to the dungeon and snuck inside. The place was a maze, even had he not still been a bit light-headed from the poison he would probably not have been able to find his way around, he had so far stumbled upon a kitchen, an armory(Where he'd picked up a shortsword and a leather armor.) and a small chapel, not the one he had been in earlier though, as he crept along a corridor he could see a humanoid figure outlined in the torchlight up ahead, standing with it's back to him, he would have to kill it if he wished to go any further along the passage, beyond the person he could see the cells that held his friends. He was 10 feet from the creature when he realized something was wrong, he could see that it was waiting, waiting for him, he quickly started to back away, but it was too late, the mind flayer turned around and he felt the burning pain inside his head as it used a psionic blast to defend itself, however the poison that numbed his senses and locked his magic beyond his grasp also protected him from pain and psionics, he charged ahead, determined not to give it a chance to try again, or to try another trick, with a well-placed strike he cut off it's left hand, it drew an unpleasant looking dagger with a jagged blade which oozed some sort of sticky substance which smoked when it hit the floor, Neb knew that getting hit by that blade even once would probably assure the end of his life in a slow and painful way. [ 11-06-2001: Message edited by: Neb ]