Day 1
Getaway from the Castle
The air was musty. The team of heroes - recruited por Slinsil city chiefs – hadn’t quite got used to it yet.
They had finally got into the dungeon. The deep, dark dungeon. That was the easy part. Littlejohn the Hobbit struck a match to give the room a little light.
The entire five heroes were staring at the chest.
“Jackpot! I’m gonna be rich an’ famous!” yelled Doughty the Warrior.
“Quiet down you buffoon!” whispered Theone angrily, “you’ll alert every guard in this damned place.”
The five heroes: Theone, the leader of the group; Touchfire, the experienced, old wizard and master of fire; Doughty the Warrior, who is extremely conceited but is weakened considerably por alcohol although he is very strong from a close range; Littlejohn the Hobbit, the small but introverted character, who carried around a serrated dagger (which he used with extreme skill); and Athor the Dwarf, also small but extremely strong from his height. Due to his ease to see in the dark and his ability to turn almost invisible he is an invaluable figure.
Theone ordered Athor and Doughty to carry the chest. In the dim light Theone made gestures about the route they’d take. This wasn’t agreed with straight away. Doughty had other ideas while Touchfire said that they should just make a blind dash. After about ten minutos of squabbling, Athor had had enough.
“QUIET!” bellowed Athor, “we go with Theone’s idea. You got a problem with that, you a problem with me.” No one argued with him. They all set off up the steep, high stairs. Theone, Touchfire and Littlejohn led while Athor and Doughty lagged behind.
“Hurry up slowpokes,” taunted Touchfire.
“Shut up you old bag before I tear your head off!” Athor retorted angrily.
“Hey, hey. Both of you calm down,” Theone soothed, “we don’t want a civil war now do we.” They all crept slowly up the stairs. Theone beckoned to Touchfire to get his magic ready. Once he had got to the top, Touchfire leaped out and yelled a spell that instantly turned the stunned guard to stone.
Three minutos later, Athor and Doughty carried the chest to the topo, início of the stairs. Doughty then sliced off the guard’s head, which hit the floor with a smash.
“Why did you do that?” inquired Touchfire.
“Kill ‘im while ‘ees stoned! Geddit, stoned!?” replied Doughty. They all groaned at the terrible joke.
After another ten minutos they had got into the comida storage room. Theone saw a guard and quickly motioned everyone to crouch down.
“You all gather comida in the bags while I take out the guard,” whispered Theone to the rest of his team. Athor and Doughty put down the chest as they started filling up their two comida bags with food.
Meanwhile, Theone expertly rolled and ducked while the guard looked around curiously. Then with a high level of focus he hypnotized the guard into a deep sleep. With a sudden sense of darkness he brutally stamped on the sleeping guard’s skull until he heard it crack. Blood seeped from the carcass.
“Oi! Thenona, can we take sum wine wiv us?” said Doughty, who was eyeing up the wine cellar door.
“It is Theone,” said Theone, quite irritated, “there is no way you are getting drunk on this quest… Doughty? Doughty?”
As the rest were starting to finish gathering food, Theone heard rummaging. Then in a drunken voice Doughty squealed,
“If itsh al-hiccup-cohol Doughty wants, then –hiccup- itsh alco-hiccup-hol Doughty gets!” Doughty trawled out of the wine cellar with a large, white bottle of vodka. Touchfire inspected it closely and cried,
“My lord! It has got mais than ninety-five percent alcohol in it!”
por now Doughty had nearly drunken it all and was staggering blindly across the room. It took a turn for the worse. Doughty dropped the bottle. It smashed loudly. Chinks of glass flew everywhere. The rest of the wine spewed from the remains. A hound started barking loudly. Theone eyes widened in fear.
Doughty was knocking over crates creating an unbearable amount of noise.
“Run!” screamed Theone. Littlejohn head out of the exit. Athor picked up Doughty over his shoulder and followed, but not at a very fast pace. Touchfire then exclaimed,
“What about the chest? We need to transport it somehow.”
Theone paused, then replied,
“You’re a wizard, am I correct? If so can you make things levitate?”
“Yes I can make things levitate. Five feet maximum,” replied Touchfire.
“Good, you make it levitate and I’ll fight off any guards we meet. Okay?” said Theone in an almost orderly tone.
“You can count on me,” assured Touchfire.
Touchfire made the chest levitate and Theone just glimpsed him wince in effort. They both set out of the room to see Littlejohn and Athor bracing themselves for an attack from several guards and many ferocious looking hounds.
“Attack!” screamed one of the guards as the other guards let off the hounds.
Doughty, out cold on the side mural was briefly being chomped on por a hound before being telekinetically thrown across the stone corridor.
Littlejohn, who was barely bigger than the biggest hound, was soon attacked. He ducked, hacked, weaved, dodged and sliced with his dagger with incredible agility and guile. He then supported Theone who was sending bolts of electricity at them while Athor swung with his battle axe. The hounds were coming wave after wave after wave.
Touchfire then from behind shouted for everyone to pato as he sent a rippling wave of light at the hounds and guards.
As Theone, Athor and Littlejohn got up they saw a mass of writhing bodies, both human and canine.
“What did you do to them?” Athor asked gruffly.
“A segundo level stunning spell. First level is weakest and third level is strongest. There is fourth level but I dare not use it. Anyway it only works for five minutos so we had better get going,” replied Touchfire grandly. Athor picked up Doughty as Littlejohn pointed towards an entrance to a badly hidden tunnel.
“Come on guys, let’s do this!” cried Theone boldly.
In the tunnel it was cramped, dirty and crawling with insects. Athor led the way using his night vision whilst dragging Doughty with him. Littlejohn was third with Touchfire following. Theone was at the back pushing the chest half mentally and half physically. Touchfire had stopped because he said he had needed a ‘mana break’. When asked what mana was, Touchfire explained that it was a type of magic needed for wizards and witches to perform spells. It can run out but it replenishes itself.
Theone started to moan,
“You do know that I get tired quicker the mais I use my elemental powers.”
“What do you mean elemental? All I have seen you do is throw some electrical sparks and use a bit of brain power. If you are so tired why do you not just take a break?” retorted Touchfire.
“Actually I have power over all seven elements. What do you have? A little fogo and some levitation, gosh you must be strong, flame boy!” taunted Theone angrily.
“I am a master of fogo you pitiful human boy. Also levitation is just one of my many skills that I have,” said Touchfire in a manner that annoyed Theone further.
“I have manipulation over electricity, all forms of psychic power, wind, water, fire, earth and…” Theone trailed off.
“And what?” jeered Touchfire.
“Oh stuff it! You’re just a piece of bull-” Theone was cut off por Athor, who shouted,
“We’ve made it through. Also, if you two don’t shut the hell up I’m gonna pound both your faces in!”
As they all got out of the tunnel, Touchfire adjusted himself and examined Doughty. He told the other heroes that Doughty was still drunk as anything so he would still have to be carried around everywhere.
Theone signalled to Littlejohn to check around the corner for guards while he and Touchfire carried the chest using telekinesis and levitation. Littlejohn peeked around the corner and as he turned around his face was drained of colour.
“That probably means we are gonna have to destroy some guards doesn’t it?” asked Athor eagerly.
They turned the corner and saw a huge amount of guards.
“You’re surrounded. There’s no way out. Come quietly or we’ll beat you into submission,” roared the leader. Theone backed towards the steep cliffs and the rest of the team followed.
“On the count of three we’re going to jump off of this cliff,” whispered Theone to the team.
“I am not killing myself for Slinsil in Kraznir like this!” hissed Touchfire quietly.
“Just do it. Three… Two… One, JUMP!” cried Theone as they all took a leap of faith off of the edge of the precariously steep cliff.
The guards were silent as they heard a deafening thump roughly ten segundos later. Krill’s guards all agreed that the team of heroes couldn’t have survived such a great fall.
Getaway from the Castle
The air was musty. The team of heroes - recruited por Slinsil city chiefs – hadn’t quite got used to it yet.
They had finally got into the dungeon. The deep, dark dungeon. That was the easy part. Littlejohn the Hobbit struck a match to give the room a little light.
The entire five heroes were staring at the chest.
“Jackpot! I’m gonna be rich an’ famous!” yelled Doughty the Warrior.
“Quiet down you buffoon!” whispered Theone angrily, “you’ll alert every guard in this damned place.”
The five heroes: Theone, the leader of the group; Touchfire, the experienced, old wizard and master of fire; Doughty the Warrior, who is extremely conceited but is weakened considerably por alcohol although he is very strong from a close range; Littlejohn the Hobbit, the small but introverted character, who carried around a serrated dagger (which he used with extreme skill); and Athor the Dwarf, also small but extremely strong from his height. Due to his ease to see in the dark and his ability to turn almost invisible he is an invaluable figure.
Theone ordered Athor and Doughty to carry the chest. In the dim light Theone made gestures about the route they’d take. This wasn’t agreed with straight away. Doughty had other ideas while Touchfire said that they should just make a blind dash. After about ten minutos of squabbling, Athor had had enough.
“QUIET!” bellowed Athor, “we go with Theone’s idea. You got a problem with that, you a problem with me.” No one argued with him. They all set off up the steep, high stairs. Theone, Touchfire and Littlejohn led while Athor and Doughty lagged behind.
“Hurry up slowpokes,” taunted Touchfire.
“Shut up you old bag before I tear your head off!” Athor retorted angrily.
“Hey, hey. Both of you calm down,” Theone soothed, “we don’t want a civil war now do we.” They all crept slowly up the stairs. Theone beckoned to Touchfire to get his magic ready. Once he had got to the top, Touchfire leaped out and yelled a spell that instantly turned the stunned guard to stone.
Three minutos later, Athor and Doughty carried the chest to the topo, início of the stairs. Doughty then sliced off the guard’s head, which hit the floor with a smash.
“Why did you do that?” inquired Touchfire.
“Kill ‘im while ‘ees stoned! Geddit, stoned!?” replied Doughty. They all groaned at the terrible joke.
After another ten minutos they had got into the comida storage room. Theone saw a guard and quickly motioned everyone to crouch down.
“You all gather comida in the bags while I take out the guard,” whispered Theone to the rest of his team. Athor and Doughty put down the chest as they started filling up their two comida bags with food.
Meanwhile, Theone expertly rolled and ducked while the guard looked around curiously. Then with a high level of focus he hypnotized the guard into a deep sleep. With a sudden sense of darkness he brutally stamped on the sleeping guard’s skull until he heard it crack. Blood seeped from the carcass.
“Oi! Thenona, can we take sum wine wiv us?” said Doughty, who was eyeing up the wine cellar door.
“It is Theone,” said Theone, quite irritated, “there is no way you are getting drunk on this quest… Doughty? Doughty?”
As the rest were starting to finish gathering food, Theone heard rummaging. Then in a drunken voice Doughty squealed,
“If itsh al-hiccup-cohol Doughty wants, then –hiccup- itsh alco-hiccup-hol Doughty gets!” Doughty trawled out of the wine cellar with a large, white bottle of vodka. Touchfire inspected it closely and cried,
“My lord! It has got mais than ninety-five percent alcohol in it!”
por now Doughty had nearly drunken it all and was staggering blindly across the room. It took a turn for the worse. Doughty dropped the bottle. It smashed loudly. Chinks of glass flew everywhere. The rest of the wine spewed from the remains. A hound started barking loudly. Theone eyes widened in fear.
Doughty was knocking over crates creating an unbearable amount of noise.
“Run!” screamed Theone. Littlejohn head out of the exit. Athor picked up Doughty over his shoulder and followed, but not at a very fast pace. Touchfire then exclaimed,
“What about the chest? We need to transport it somehow.”
Theone paused, then replied,
“You’re a wizard, am I correct? If so can you make things levitate?”
“Yes I can make things levitate. Five feet maximum,” replied Touchfire.
“Good, you make it levitate and I’ll fight off any guards we meet. Okay?” said Theone in an almost orderly tone.
“You can count on me,” assured Touchfire.
Touchfire made the chest levitate and Theone just glimpsed him wince in effort. They both set out of the room to see Littlejohn and Athor bracing themselves for an attack from several guards and many ferocious looking hounds.
“Attack!” screamed one of the guards as the other guards let off the hounds.
Doughty, out cold on the side mural was briefly being chomped on por a hound before being telekinetically thrown across the stone corridor.
Littlejohn, who was barely bigger than the biggest hound, was soon attacked. He ducked, hacked, weaved, dodged and sliced with his dagger with incredible agility and guile. He then supported Theone who was sending bolts of electricity at them while Athor swung with his battle axe. The hounds were coming wave after wave after wave.
Touchfire then from behind shouted for everyone to pato as he sent a rippling wave of light at the hounds and guards.
As Theone, Athor and Littlejohn got up they saw a mass of writhing bodies, both human and canine.
“What did you do to them?” Athor asked gruffly.
“A segundo level stunning spell. First level is weakest and third level is strongest. There is fourth level but I dare not use it. Anyway it only works for five minutos so we had better get going,” replied Touchfire grandly. Athor picked up Doughty as Littlejohn pointed towards an entrance to a badly hidden tunnel.
“Come on guys, let’s do this!” cried Theone boldly.
In the tunnel it was cramped, dirty and crawling with insects. Athor led the way using his night vision whilst dragging Doughty with him. Littlejohn was third with Touchfire following. Theone was at the back pushing the chest half mentally and half physically. Touchfire had stopped because he said he had needed a ‘mana break’. When asked what mana was, Touchfire explained that it was a type of magic needed for wizards and witches to perform spells. It can run out but it replenishes itself.
Theone started to moan,
“You do know that I get tired quicker the mais I use my elemental powers.”
“What do you mean elemental? All I have seen you do is throw some electrical sparks and use a bit of brain power. If you are so tired why do you not just take a break?” retorted Touchfire.
“Actually I have power over all seven elements. What do you have? A little fogo and some levitation, gosh you must be strong, flame boy!” taunted Theone angrily.
“I am a master of fogo you pitiful human boy. Also levitation is just one of my many skills that I have,” said Touchfire in a manner that annoyed Theone further.
“I have manipulation over electricity, all forms of psychic power, wind, water, fire, earth and…” Theone trailed off.
“And what?” jeered Touchfire.
“Oh stuff it! You’re just a piece of bull-” Theone was cut off por Athor, who shouted,
“We’ve made it through. Also, if you two don’t shut the hell up I’m gonna pound both your faces in!”
As they all got out of the tunnel, Touchfire adjusted himself and examined Doughty. He told the other heroes that Doughty was still drunk as anything so he would still have to be carried around everywhere.
Theone signalled to Littlejohn to check around the corner for guards while he and Touchfire carried the chest using telekinesis and levitation. Littlejohn peeked around the corner and as he turned around his face was drained of colour.
“That probably means we are gonna have to destroy some guards doesn’t it?” asked Athor eagerly.
They turned the corner and saw a huge amount of guards.
“You’re surrounded. There’s no way out. Come quietly or we’ll beat you into submission,” roared the leader. Theone backed towards the steep cliffs and the rest of the team followed.
“On the count of three we’re going to jump off of this cliff,” whispered Theone to the team.
“I am not killing myself for Slinsil in Kraznir like this!” hissed Touchfire quietly.
“Just do it. Three… Two… One, JUMP!” cried Theone as they all took a leap of faith off of the edge of the precariously steep cliff.
The guards were silent as they heard a deafening thump roughly ten segundos later. Krill’s guards all agreed that the team of heroes couldn’t have survived such a great fall.