" Are you okay?!" barked the cleric. No sooner had he spoken when the far southern door burst open and five small humanoids spilled out!
Quickly, Vrai answered the priest's concern by jumping to his feet. In an instant, he spun around with an arrow drawn aiming it back down the hallway.
" Fear not, good dwarf. I'm only angry."

The rogue yapped excitedly. " Everyone into the room!" He drew his crossbow and led the rest of the party inside past the pained archer. This 40' radial, circular chamber was adorned by sloppily-mounted, stuffed animal heads. Smashed and broken cabinets and small tables littered the room's periphery like mute victims of a past rampage. A rusted, iron spike stood askew in the center of the room, trailing a broken chain. Thin patches of ice randomly coated sections of the walls, floor, and debris. Roslyn slipped on this ice falling on her butt showing that this was the culprit to the archer's unstable footing.

" The dragon had to have been here!� Nanith astonished as he pulled the druidess to her feet. " Look!" he pointed to the sheets of glare that coated various things. He then picked up the slack of the broken chain. " A battle was fought in this room. The wyrmling might even have escaped!"

MYCRAN 18 ~ 12:30 AM: Teflar stood next to Vrai with nocked bow and sweat beading along his brow. He spoke in a low tone; tired and strained. " Drop as many as you can before they reach us." His characteristic half-smile reappeared for a moment " And then the fun begins." The ranger cocked his head slightly while he concentrated his aim for one sole shot. The arrow snapped from his bow, but went errantly astray. His weakness, a constant reminder, was catching up to him within the stressful endurance race of the canyon citadel.

The archer followed his with a disciplined arrow zipping down the hallway into the failing light. The missle sank cleanly into the side of a clueless goblin's head. The being collapsed as the rest of the beasts banded around him and roared. Vrai turned his head with instructions for his flagging friend. " Teflar, through the door!" His voice was steady, but urgent. " Aramil and I can flank them as they come." Pulling the loaded bowstring taut, his lethal dark eyes tracked the onrush of beasts. Teflar accepted the orders and stepped into the iced room with light, quick feet.

As the goblins closed in, Vrai released a volley of shafts into the bounding pack. Four arrows pierced four different chests! It was simply an amazing sight of archery to behold. Four goblins dropped dead while five others filled the gap from behind.

Nanith and Oktavianus turned over a nearby table while the rest stood in the center of the room. " We need some sort of barricade to hide behind!" the rogue clamored while yanking the end of a stubborn furniture leg.
" We should maybe position ourselves in a half-moon formation centered on that doorway. If those goblinoids get past the trap and into this room, we must hit them with all we�ve got!"
Timbra's expression grew to a refocused intent of revenge and he gripped his cruel sword with savored passion. With that, the fellowship formed a semi-ring behind more shifted furnishings and readied their range weapons.