Silence fills the empty hollow that is this place. It seems it's been years since anyone has been this way, but something on the inside tells Dimaethor otherwise. Looking to his friends, he studies their faces. None of them seem shaken, in fact, if anything, they look more determined to press on. Feeling a great sense of pride in his team, Dimaethor walks to the skeleton, and grabs the bag. Hearing a faint snapping sound, and feeling a slight tug on the other end of the bag, he lifts the bag to examine the cause of this. "Tripwire" he mutters. Then louder, and with a sense of urgency, he repeats "Tripwire". Suddenly a rumble so faint that even his keen elf hearing picks up so faintly that he almost thinks he's imagining it, but the undeniable feeling of danger overtaking them confirms something is indeed wrong. "TRIPWIRE!" he shouts to his fellows as he signals them to run down the middle tunnel. He triggered the trap, it's his job to be sure the others make it out. As Eruon heads into the tunnel, leaving only him, Dimaethor dives in, narrowly evading the rockslide that filled the main corridor, sealing off the tunnel. Maybe this is what the warning meant by they couldn't come back after picking their path? Hopefully. "Curiousity killed the elf" he says dryly, trying to make light of the whole thing. Then, seeing everyone was unharmed, he resumes the trek. Having Eruon ignite an arrow for some light, "Onward we go, men", he says.

"Guys" says Makar cautiously "Don't let them trick you. If I'm correct, these are Sirens. Don't let them draw you in" He shouts. He turns the other way so he is not facing them and tries his hardest to concentrate on something else, hoping that the rest of the party will do the same.

Eruon and Dimeathor turn around, and try to concentrate on anything else. But Bill14 was too late. Probably affected by his head injury, he couldn't hold them off. He turned and walked towards the Sirens, in a trance like state. Eruon shouted "Bill, don't let them get to you dude!" yet he still followed off, walking straight towards the Sirens. They swiftly grabbed him, and before Eruon could do anything, the Sirens disappeared down the hallway. "Don't worry you guys," Dakar explained, "These guys usually do this to get loot off of adventurers like us. They probably won't kill him or anything."

GenesisJunkie : Is it too late for someone to join?

slimeface1212 : Yea sorry man the adventure is almost over.

GenesisJunkie : He could replace bill14, since he hasn't even looked at the thread since it opened, just a thought..

thenoobtester : He could but it wouldn't be worth his time the adventure is just about over.

"Eruon, duck!" Dimaethor shouts, as he fires an arrow over Eruons head, at the beast, landing a shot through the stomach, pinning her to the wall. A second shot, this one to the head, finishes the monster off. Dimaethor looks to see how Makar is faring, and sees one of the beasts going in for the kill on bill, but he also hears one closing in on him from the side. It comes down to this: does he save himself, or his defenseless comrade? He took his training for the sole purpose of defending the defenseless, so it would come as no surprise to him or anyone else, that without so much as a thought, he instinctively equips an arrow, and with a well placed shot, he effectively eliminates the threat to his friend. His relief is short lived however, as a searing pain hits him in his neck. He's quickly dropped by the fiend's snake bite. As he begins to feel the venom take effect, he hears faintly, as though through a vail of water, Makar's angry cry, and with the last bit of vision he has, he sees Makar's weapon pierce through the foul beast in vengence. With a smile, Dimaethor closes his eyes. This may be the end for him, but if it must end, he could not imagine a better way for it to happen, than saving his friend. He will have no regrets, as he knows his men are more than able to defeat any foe that may come their way. "Save...bill..." he utters, and slips out of consciousness.

Makar runs to Dimaethor. He starts to tend to his wounds. Trying to stop the bleeding. He shouts to the other "I need you to find a village!" He shouts "Any village, I need a doctor or medical supplies" he yells as he ties his shirt around Dimaethor's wounds. "And who are you?" He asks the ten year old boy. "Where did you come from and why are you helping?" He adds as he tightens the home made bandage on Dimaethor's wounds hoping for it to stop the bleeding,

Eruon felt unstable. His head hurt, his ears were ringing, and his eyes felt like they were going to fall out of their sockets. He felt dizzy. He looked down at his knee. There was a huge gash down to the bone. He didn't feel the pain, he couldn't really feel anything. He fell to the ground. 

As Dimaethor continues to struggle to his feet, he sees Eruon unconscious, and lying in his blood. "Makar!" he manages weakly "Eruon...what happened?". He begins crawling his way to his downed friend, though his weakened state causes him to resort to dragging himself most of the way. Seeing Eruon's leg and the wounds having already been tended to, Dimaethor collapses back to the floor in relief. A short time later he wakens, still fuzzy, but with much more strength. Unsure what happened, he sifts through what little he can manage to remember of recent events. Wizards...something about tunnels...women...creatures...bill... Bill! Rising to his feet shakily, Dimaethor looks around. Seeing Bill safe, he makes his way to Makar, who has apparently fared better than he, Bill, and Eruon have. "Makar, what happened? Let's press onward. We're too close to stop now" looking around, he adds "well, once the others have come to".

Makar quickly transforms into his rock form and jumps in front of his fellow party members to protect them from the fiery blast.  "Don't worry guys, this fire doesn't hurt me, in fact, it feels kinda funny" he says.  "The only way we can beat this guy is if we word together.  He looks pretty tough, we have to come up with a battle plan" Makar adds.  Looking over at the traitor, the king, he morphs a fiery hot stone in his hand and hurls it at the king.  The king dodges the rock easily and it hits the floor and explodes into many tiny hot rock shards.  "Wow" makar yells in amazement.  "I didn't know my rocks could do that when they were hot" he says still amazed.  "Alright guys!  You ready to fight!!!"

"You know old man, I never really liked you anyway. Now you have the nerve to try to fight the strongest band of warriors around and insult us by throwing some lame excuse for a fire attack at us? Come on, I've fought tougher faries! Makar, keep the golem shield up. Eruon, remember speed training! Arrow volley, go!" And with that, Dimaethor began using his bow to lob arrows over Makar, making arrows rain down on King Arum. "Let's see the old man top this one!"