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Woodrat
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Eric watched as Derek descended into the maw, its presence in the home of one of the FateGuard brought back the troubled memories of his encounter with it thirteen years ago. Now it was back, and in less than auspicious circumstances. Eric was troubled by the omen, yet the only evidence of this was in his eyes and hands. The hands were tight upon his sword belt, his eyes focused upon the taunt rope ladder that disappeared into the darkness below.
"You've faced this before... and killed it? Then, it can be done and we shall, right?"
He glanced up at Erilyn, his eyes momentarily softened and a playful smile crept upon his lips.
"Now Miss Erilyn, how does one kill rock and soil? Swords and arrows do not make it bleed. As for prayer and sorcery well…" Eric shrugged and gestured back to the maw.
"Yes, I've faced it before. Corben has witnessed it before in person as well. We did not however, defeat it. It left of its own accord before we could act, its evil deed already done. The secret to defeating it lies at its source."
Glancing down he saw that the rope had gone slack, Derek was no longer on it. With a well practiced motion Eric began to climb down the rope ladder into the hole. Before he disappeared he gave Jenra a small but confident smirk. "We'll see you on the other side Miss Cathair."
The climb downwards was claustrophobic, he felt more than saw the rough hewn halls around him, the light from above disappeared quickly.
As the rung below him did unexpectedly. With the suddenly loss in balance Eric lost his grip on the ladder and plummeted the rest of the way to the dusty cavern floor with a muffled thump. Muttering several obscenities he pulled himself back up to his feet, dusty and sore, but unharmed. Suddenly the cavern was filled with light that assaulted his eyes. Malwin had found a brazier in the chamber.
Eric frowned as he approached behind Corben, his eyes darting across the cavern taking stock of what was, and was not in it, his eyes lingered on the ancient stone gate. Malwin had taken the lead once down here. He had grasped the torch and found the brazier that was somehow still stocked with fuel, he seemed to know something, he was confident, in the lead in this underworld of darkness.
Eric hoped that the darkness of the place and what had occurred above had not already crept into the soul of Malwin.
"You've faced this before... and killed it? Then, it can be done and we shall, right?"
He glanced up at Erilyn, his eyes momentarily softened and a playful smile crept upon his lips.
"Now Miss Erilyn, how does one kill rock and soil? Swords and arrows do not make it bleed. As for prayer and sorcery well…" Eric shrugged and gestured back to the maw.
"Yes, I've faced it before. Corben has witnessed it before in person as well. We did not however, defeat it. It left of its own accord before we could act, its evil deed already done. The secret to defeating it lies at its source."
Glancing down he saw that the rope had gone slack, Derek was no longer on it. With a well practiced motion Eric began to climb down the rope ladder into the hole. Before he disappeared he gave Jenra a small but confident smirk. "We'll see you on the other side Miss Cathair."
The climb downwards was claustrophobic, he felt more than saw the rough hewn halls around him, the light from above disappeared quickly.
As the rung below him did unexpectedly. With the suddenly loss in balance Eric lost his grip on the ladder and plummeted the rest of the way to the dusty cavern floor with a muffled thump. Muttering several obscenities he pulled himself back up to his feet, dusty and sore, but unharmed. Suddenly the cavern was filled with light that assaulted his eyes. Malwin had found a brazier in the chamber.
Eric frowned as he approached behind Corben, his eyes darting across the cavern taking stock of what was, and was not in it, his eyes lingered on the ancient stone gate. Malwin had taken the lead once down here. He had grasped the torch and found the brazier that was somehow still stocked with fuel, he seemed to know something, he was confident, in the lead in this underworld of darkness.
Eric hoped that the darkness of the place and what had occurred above had not already crept into the soul of Malwin.