"Dark forces are at work here, Evets," said Belham. "The walls seem to
glow with a strange green radiancy."
"Be still," Evets replied, "We're being watched." Just as Evets ended
his sentence, the walls of the corridor began to close in on the two
explorers.
"Desinite," Evets said as he gestured at the incoming walls. He
pointed a long finger, first at one wall, then the other. They stopped
moving. Belham felt uneasy. He had never gotten quite used to his
master's use of sorcery.
The two quietly moved the length of the corridor, stopping at a closed
door.
Unknown to them, a hidden door in the ceiling had swung silently open.
Four yellow eyes peered down from above. Without warning, two winged
creatures floated down from the door and landed silently behind the two,
poised for an attack. Belham must have felt the surge of wind or sensed some
danger. He quickly turned, drawing his sword to face the attackers. Evets
turned, and on seeing the attackers, started mumbling a spell.
Each of the two winged creatures stood about 8 feet tall. Their huge
shapes side by side in the corridor blocked any possible escape from the
way Evets and Belham had come.
Belham swung his sword, barely missing one of the creature's long
arms. He dodged a blow that surely would have crushed him, parried a second
blow and dashed his sword in for another attack. Blood slowly started to
flow from a fresh cut on the creature's wing.
A bright flash of white hot light started to stream from Evets' open
hand, engulfing one of the winged creatures. Screams of searing pain
filled the corridor, making the second creature pause slightly. The pause
was just enough for Belham. His sword flashed, first striking the
creature's wing, nearly tearing it from it's body. Then a final blow,
striking the creature in the heart. But Belham had not seen the creature's
hand rise. A clenched fist hit him full in the face. He wheeled, losing
his grip on his sword, staggered and fell. Blood dripped from his nose and
mouth.
The creature stood motionless, looking at the sword protruding from
it's chest. The look wasn't of fear or of anger. It was more a look of
puzzlement, of surprise. Evidently the creature thought itself immortal.
It just stood there staring for what seemed an eternity to Belham and
Evets.
Slowly its eyes closed as it slumped to the floor. Belham retrieved
his sword from its chest. There was nothing left of the second creature
but a smoldering carcass of ashes.
Evets again turned his attention to the door. He raised his hands and
started to mumble an incantation.
"Enough of this," Belham blurted. "Why don't you just open the door
like a normal mortal?" He pushed Evets aside and turned the handle.
"No," Evets cried. "It's a trap!"
Just then a trap door in the floor flew open. The two fell. How far
they fell is unknown
That was 200 years ago. Some say their ghosts still haunt the deep
passages of the dungeons beneath this castle. Few have ventured below, and
fewer still have returned. Those that did return brought with them riches-
many riches, and many tales; tales of dark creatures with no eyes; Tales
of skeleton armies commanded by powerful undead dark lords. Some have even
said they've seen servants of Evets himself, though I doubt that. Not even
Evets could live for 200 years.
The Innkeeper finished his tale.
There are riches to be taken,
Legends to be made.
You can be a part of it.
The choice is yours.
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