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Even if the stone spikes were not powerful enough to pierce the monster's thich shell, it would lift it up and pin it between the stalactites on the caverns roof and impale it from both sides as it let out a screach and flailed in place as it died. The one which touched the barrier would be experiencing electricity coursing through its body, cooking the rest of it's insides slowly as the shell began to melt and it slowly stopped thrashing about, dead.

As sudden as the attack came, it stopped, leaving no sounds but the death screaches of the Hooked Horrors which echoed into the distance of the underground labyrinth. Down on the other side of the cavern, there was another opening to another tunnel.

The search team would continue on, luckily without any more trouble. For all they knew, they were underground for who knows how lond, as time was not quite present in the neverending darkness. And on and on they went, moving through tunnels, following a faint trail of blood.

And then they entered a cavern, or at least some place with a large open area. Chances were that it was not natural, as observed by the stone pillars, smooth walls, and rectangular shape of th room. In fact, the senses would be able to pick something up. Unlike the tunnels before, this area had an odd chill air to it, and the air smelled even more stagnant and musty than before.

It really shouldnt take long to realise that they were at their destination, though unknown. And first place they were was a crypt... possibly theirs.

Death would soon come from these walls... or rather, the undead came.

It began with a low tortured moan and the sound of rough shuffling feet against the dusty ground. One was joined by another. Two were joined by two more. And then they came, slowly moving from a single arched passageway which was wide enough to fit two people through, shoulder to shoulder.

The slow moving undead bodies, were dressed very poorly, their clothes torn and bloodstained, their flesh rotting, and their sunken eyes glazed over. Slowly they shuffled towards the group as they moaned out pathetically, reaching out at the living with their hands.

And so, the corpses were torched, thrown back as they lit up like a flare... until they started getting up again, still on fire with bits of rotten flesh blastyed right off and advanced upon the group as they moved.

And just at that moment, a small patrol of Drow were going by the tunnel.



"Ilkalik" one of them said, adressing the creature moving down the tunnels as the group of three began to move towards it, weapons at the ready.

Well, that was certainly weird. Drow dont have disabilities due to some sort of perfection of the race thing, and any that do, are killed. How this one was unable to speak would be a great suspicion.

The three guards each drew their weapons, two using longswords where the third used a wicked looking glaive and circled around the figure to surround it.

"Vel'uss phu'dos?" the lead one asked, prodding at the figure with the tip of iots sword. The only guard to take notice of whatever fell from its hands was the one with the polearm, which glanced at it while the other one spoke.

Well, some people believe in shoot now, ask questions later. And thats what the patrol would do, being convinced that something was wrong. It could be anything, and it would probably be best to find out after its dead.

The first guard, which asked the questions would swing the weapon back horizontally to cut at the figure's neck, aiming to relieve the shoulders while the other one with a sword would trust at the figure. The one with the glaive however, would raise the weapon and bring its bladed head crashing down at the body of the creature.

The guards were certainly surprised by this, as their attacks were suddenly stopped and one even conected into nothing. In fact, they were more confused than they should have been freaked out or something.

If only they had a mage with them or something that would have just roasted the thing with a spell.