right after I take a candlelight bath in gasoline The outcome would be much the same.]The dark caravan winds it’s way through the twisted corridors of the underdark and at last arrive a great cavern. The feeling of oppressive dark was somewhat less intense here, and the air more pleasant. Waverly breathed deep and took a good look around at his new surroundings.
As two of the dark knights discuss the few scraps of map they were able to piece together, Waverly begins to feel as if they are being watched. Disappearing into the shadows, he scouts the Caravan’s flank. A small drow patrol has found them, and are discussing options. They have decided to return for reinforcements rather than face the fallen paladins while so outnumbered. As they turn to leave, Waverly stabs a drow cleric in the back, nearly killing him in the process. Now aware of their attacker, the warriors pursue Waverly back towards the vanguard while the drow mage begins casting defensive spells in preparation for battle.
The dark knights are quick to action, and cut the drow warriors off from their quarry and attack in overwhelming numbers. The mage, however, has gone unnoticed and imprisons a pair of knights before anyone can react. As the warriors are cut down, a steady stream of arrows from a pair of bows keeps the mage pinned down behind a large boulder where she can do no more damage. When she is the last of her party still standing, she is forced to surrender to the dark knights.
She steps forward with her arms extended and palms up, showing that she has yielded to her enemy. Many had never seen a drow before, and were struck with awe. Clad in a fine blue robe, her grey eyes and platinum hair were offset by a sallow complexion and ruby red lips. A vision of strange and perilous beauty, Wavely thought.
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