The Underdark

[Random Stranger #36]

The thing debated this sudden opening. The guard with the intercepted swipe would find his eyes meeting golden light, and his hands capturing air, as Adamantine weapon was decomposed and stolen, metal slinking acrossed the cloth of his arm, to swirl about his face, creating a simplistic mask, covering one half of his face, and the rest of the metal forming hooks around the back, to keep it on. Stone glove, now with no service, curled with gentle guidance, and thrust forward, aiming to smash the guard's face.  

[Kraun]

Drow are not accustomed to bring light. Hell, even sunlight hurts their eyes. And in that moment, he screamed, and his hands clutched at his face, whether the weapons would be pulled away before or after it, he'd be letting go. And then he was smashed right in the face which sent him sprawling to the ground.

The other guards however would stop for a moment to take in what was happening before they'd make their move, if not blinded by the light as well.

The trusting sword user would retract the weapon and attempt to slash the figure in half from the waist, while the polearm user would once again make another swing , this time crossing over with the sword swipe sort of in a scissoring motion.  

[Random Stranger #36]

The thing was once again quick. Second pouch was flung into the air, caught by hand, and brought open with a flick. The creature held it within it's hand, like one might a staff, around the lip. The package was brought to lips, like a blowgun, and exhaled into, powerfully... And then it too, glowed. THis he pinched shut, letting it swell with whatever the hell, while his body nimbly leaned back, from the first swing of sword, the second by Glaive parried with a deft hand. The package glowed like a paper latern, a dull blossom.  

[Kraun]

And the two remaining guards shielded their eyes against the light, which was highly irratable to them, pretty much blinding them of most of their vision. Not a good thing.

And at that moment, the guards would be fumbling about shielding their eyes while making recovery strokes with their weapons at the figure, or at least where they thought the figure was.  

[Random Stranger #36]

The thing grinned, pleasantly. Bringing the pouch to torso as one might hold a football defensively, pinched tip outward, he let it go slowly, hot air accumulating pressure, as fire belched out like a flamethrower. Interesting device. Simple pouch, spewing... flame. The tunnel would quickly fill with the gagging stench of sulphur.  

[Kraun]

And all that was left were bodies. Kinda on fire with the flamable clothe and all. Flash fried.

 

[Random Stranger #36]

The creature had left atleast one living. The punched one. They had circled, not bumrushed him. The two still standing, indeed were flash-fried by the bag of aggrivated sulphur, but the first, question-posing one would be bound by strong ribbons of canvas, and silenced by a gag of likeminded material.  

[Random Stranger #36]

The creature, after looting what he wanted, hauled the two corpses and the one unconscious Drow to the very skirts of the city, and left them near the tunnel he had came from. Very little was missing. The weapons, and a whatever currency the Dark Elves had possessed. Upon delivery of the bodies and the guard, The creature turned heel and left, not stopping within the city, though He did pause just outside of the tunnel entrance, to produce another blinding gold glow, and from nowhere at all, produced a stone box. Into this he set his mask, and closed it up. The weapons missing were gone entirely, nowhere to be found.  

[Love Hertz]

"Ilkalik..." a man said in a crumbly voice. The Ilkalik ignored them but when a member of the group moves and place its gunpoint on the heart of the creature, It screams in a very unlikely voice... "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuurrrrrkkkkk" the sound produce echo in the entire place. The Ilkalik attacked the three and one of them fall into the ground with blood on his head. One supported the other, prepare his shield and ready to fight. The people look at them doing nothing. So the gang continued their survival. The archer attacked the creatures structure, then it scream again. The noise attracted the master.

The master! Wearing black robe, his face is no longer seen but the master has this unlikely weapon shinning when the master pull it out from his firm cloth. But the master do nothing but to stand. "He's glorifying" the archer murmured. The archer attacked again the creature. The Ibalik's eyes turned fire red from sea blue. "This is different" the master said. He conquer the Ibalik with his sword and strike it against the creature...  

[Akira Mercuraki]

Even though he was technically not a dwarf the dwarven blood inside of Terran drew him to this strange dark place. His "Mother" and his "Father" if they could be called such things, never told him about a place like this, but clearly there was a strong dwarven presence here. Terran waited for Nake(Prounced Na Kay) who was filling strange himself.

You see Nake often wondered who he was and where he had came from, and even though he knew the answer, it wasn't a complete answer for then anwers to this kind that kind of question always came into parts for those like himself.

Unlike Terran, he had no dwarven DNA, and his DNA wasn't even recognizable by even Akira, so he had always been filled with doubt about his past. They then paused for a moment listening for signs of any life before they went. The sat down to rest as well for the journey here had been exhausting.