"How do we get around _this_?" asked Mykeal not all to optomistic.

"Didn't somebody tell me something about water and electricity? I got it, move aside friends." Gunthor moved up to the bars, a zip was heard, and then a jet of yellow liquid arched to the bars. A loud crack was heard and then the bars fizzed out of electrical power.

"Pretty cool there Gunthor but don't do that again the stench is killing me!" Trevrin said ,while wraping a rag around his mouth almost gaging at the smell.

"Hey I don't like this more than you do but it got the job done, right?," sympathized Gunthor. "Now quit wineing and help me push this door back. And so the warriors of the group combined all thier strengh and were able to push the cell door back into the ceiling were it obviously went.

"I'll go scout ahead," chiped in Mykeal as he ran off down the tunnel.

"I don't trust that thief to share the treasure he finds I'm going after him," grumped Gunthor as he followed the thief the rest of the party trailing behind him all sharing his opinion. It isn't that the party doesn't trust the thief� well only when treasure is involved. In thier hast to catch up with the hafling they didn't notice the magical eye appear and watch thier every move.

Meanwhile on the third floor of the tower/keep� A man, bent over a bowl filled with water in wich the party could be seen, was talking to himself. "Ahh, those fools thought they could enter without me noticing. They made such a raquet, fortunatly for me or they might of caused a problem. Well my next trap may finish them off. Nothing left but to watch."

During this time the party had caught up with Mykael who was looking at a picture on the wall. The picture depicted in bright colours Majest being incinerated by a big fireball. In contrast to the pale grey walls of the passage the picture seemed oddly out of place.

"I wonder if there's something behind here," pondered loudly Mykael as he looked at the portrait. He reached up and pulled down the picture and as he did a low click was hered. "Shit, a trap" was all Mykael had time to say as a volley of darts flew at him from the opposite wall. Mykael jump out of the way but still recieved two darts in a leg. Gunthor fell to the floor, below the darts. Wilais didn't have time to move but his platemail deflected all the darts so as to leave him uninjured. The two elfs were able to get out of the way in time.

"Poison, can't� move." Mykael said before the poison from the darts paralyzed him. All the party members gathered around him.

"Is he dead?" asked Gunthor a bit more inquisitivly rather than concerned.

"No but he is paralyzed. No telling for how long, plus he took two darts so it might be a while. Hmmm, we can't leave him here something might get him. Trevrin I suggest you carry him so as to leave Wilias and Gunthor in the front to charge attackers. Me and Salvin to cast spells plus you can drop him and pick up your bow fast not hindering you much." Blane stated matter of factly. And after a while of protesting from Trevrin they all voted for Blane's idea (except Trevrin).

With that the party then turned thier attention to the place on the wall were the pianting of Majest had been before Mykael had taken it down. On the wall was a funny looking rune that everyone reconized at once. All eyes then turned on Salvin as he had taken out the scroll Majest had given him and started to chant.

"Wardin, klarin, folarin�," and so Salvin's chanting went on for another minute and then he stoped and at the same time the scroll in his hand turned to dust falling through his fingers. The rune on the wall flared red and then was gone.

Meanwhile on the third floor of the tower/keep� The man, bent over the bowl filled with water in wich the pary could be seen, was talking to himself once more. "So those fools avoided my trap, except for that manling of a thief that didn't check for traps. On the first floor one more challenge stands before them. They shall not survive to ascend to the second floor, no they shan't. Hahahahahaha�

Back to the group who by now where moving along down the hall that seemed to turn as if it were a circle,still going deeper into the tower/keep. Up ahead the people in the front row,Gunthor and Wilias, saw an other passage leading off. Thier armor were making a considerable amount of noise. The noise attracted some attentoin from down the side passage. Two giant skeletons about 12' in height shambled out of the tunnel carrying large spears in thier bony hands.

"Crap, I don't think these guys are friendly." Gunthor said simply.

"I noticed." Were the words Wilias imployed before he charged the horrors before them, with Gunthor on his heels.

So began the battle. Gunthor launched his hammer at the closer of the two monstraucities. Hiting it directly in the rip cage shattering rips in the process. The monster recoiled from the mighty blow. The chanting of the mage and priest could be heard now as they began casting spells. Wilias finaly got inrange of the nearest skeleton and swipes with his mighty sword but his stroke goes astray and misses his target. The swishing of arrows could be heard as Trevrin loosed two arrows each hitting a creature. Next the first skeleton giant stabed a clumsy blow with his spear nuntheless still making contact with Wilias who is winded from the blow and reals back a few steps. The farthest of the two undead charged at Gunthor who was busy catching his hammer and it hits him in the should his spear piont snaping a few rings of his ring mail and imbedding itself in his shoulder until it was pulled out. A wizing sound was heard as Salvin let loose his dual magic missils at the giant skeleton that just attacked Gunthor. The missils both bore down on the thing, one hit it in the shoulder, makeing it's way through it and its arm fell off. The second blasted away most of it's rips away. When the preist's chanting ceased a big, shimmering, floating, hammer appeared near the first beast and the hammer whacked it landing a blow. The creature once again recoil. Ducking a messy swing from the one armed skeletal gaint, the dwarf rolled between it's legs turned around and swung at it's back making the creature fall. Wilias wasn't as lucky as he was hit by the spear of the first creature. Although his armor absorbed the brunt of the hit, he didn't seem to notice as he swung his sword in a deadly arc at the thing dispatching it. Trevrin once again notched and loosed two arrows, still hitting his mark.

"Haha, Tyr has guided my blow this day to victory!" Wilias contemplated.

"Quit your yapping and help Gunthor," more or so comanded Blane "Tyr my eye, Tymora is the only god�" Blane mumbled.

The battle continued on. Now Gunthor, Wilias and Blane all moved in to melee with the remaining giant skeleton. Gunthor was the one to strike first, he beeing already at the monster. His blow is deflected by the giant spear. This left an opening for Wilias who saw his chance and used it, cleaveing off an arm and leaving the creature armless. Trevrin was now putting his bow away picking up Mykael who is still under the effects of the poison.

"I shall end this undead's life on this plane," Blane said as he stepped forward and used his mace to bash the flailing thing in the head reducing it to peices. "Only Tymora could allow such a mighty blow," was all he had to say as he glanced at Wilias."

Meanwhile in the third floor of the tower/keep� The man, bent over the bowl filled with water in wich the pary could be seen, was, as usual, talking to himself. " Blast! They have managed to destroy my skeletal giants. Well if they get through the door, the'll have a little surprise, if they get through the door�"

The group was preparing to continue onward in the circle of a passage.

"Uh Blane do you have any spells left I sort of hurt here." Gunthor asked pokeing at his bleeding shoulder. Blane walked up to Gunthor and cast a currative spell on him. "Thanks that feels better."

"What about you Wilias need some healing there?" ask Blane.

"No thanks me friend I can heal myself." Said Wilias and he proceded to. He placed his hands over his wound and it magicly disapeared. "I'm ready to go, let's move on."

And so the party was off. They went to investigate the side passage from wich the skeletons had come from. They only found the remains of some poor peasants, from the looks of thier clothes, two smelly cots and a torch. The later took and lit by Salvin to procure light to aid thier sight. They returned to the main passage and followed it for some minutes. Thier eyes settled on a door. Gunthor reached for the handle and as he was about to touch it he recieved A jolt of electrical energy, effectivly shoking him, his metal armor not helping much except to fry him even more.

"Damn it all! We've lost the thief and the dwarf in this place and we havn't reached the second floor yet." Trevrin complained. " I am not carrying that one," he points at the dwarf.

"Quit your whineing, I'll heal him, hopefully he'll wake up." Blane then used his last curative spell for the day, "well that's it I'm all out of spells for today. I guess I'll join rank with the fighters," Blane said this as he hefted up his mace.

"Uhhnnnggg�" two simultanious groans were heard as both Mykael and Gunthor awoke. "What happened, I took the picture and the darts came and I couldn't move, it was freaky!" Mykael said still stunned a bit.

"You were paralyzed from the poison on the darts thats all." Trevrin stated matter of factly. "And you Gunthor you got hit by some spell from that door." Gunthor at this point wasn't paying much attention as he combed his fingers through his beard that was standing straight out, an effect of the shock he just recieved. "How do we open the door if we can't touch it?" Trevrin's question was adressed to Salvin in particular.

"Well the door is made of wood. Hmmmm� We could burn it down." He rolls the torch he is holding towards the base of the door. As it approched a bolt from the door hit the torch only igniting it further. The torch made contact with the door it it's flame began to cover the door effectivly burning it down. As the door fell, all the adventurers gaped in aw at what the saw.

"Shit, shit, shit!"

Next: Anybody want some armor?

Notes: To those who don't know what happened in the campaing because you do not know me personally. This story isn't the campaign I had a while ago. What I meen is that I have change what happened. The pc are a semblance to what they were but that only. The adventure will be totally different and so on. Just to let you know�

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