The band of adventurers set off on their quest to kill the wizard without a seconds hesitation. Eruon follows Dimaethor, along with Bill14 and Makar, as they walk out of the town. They walk out of the town, with all of the townspeople cheering for them. Eruon watches as their group sets off on their biggest, most dangerous adventure yet.

Makar looks at the spear he just recently obtained. It's certainly not as good as some of the other spears he has used in his past journeys, but it's better, considering he does not know the kind creatures he will be facing later to come. He looks areound at the skeletons in the corridoor. it's not very bad to look at considering the other kinds of things he has seen in his lifetime. He looks at the fork in the corridor He takes a nice long look down both of his options. Should he go left or right. He is unsure about which way he should go, he turns to Dimaethor. "Which way, captain" he says in a semi-joking voice.

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Dimaethor looks down each path as far as his keen elven sight can see, but sees no significant differences. Indeed, none of his senses pick up any clues as to what lies ahead on either path. After some pondering, Dimaethor, seeing no signs of the treading of feet or wagon wheels, follows his gut. "To the right" he proclaims, hoping his ancestors elven instincts pull through for him as well. He readies his bow with an arrow, and with that, he heads toward the unknown, with slow and silent footsteps. "Step lightly, friends. I see no signs of life, but one can never be too careful". After tavelling several yards, he pauses "I have a bad feeling concerning what lies ahead". Turning toward thenoobtester, he asks "do you sense the same evil as I?". If anyone could discern an unseen, unheard being or force from such a distance, it would be a fellow elf. Turning to the others, he advises "Ready your weapons. We can never be too careful. Stay vigilant, men.".

(btw, my RP name will be Eruon now). Eruon replies to Dimeathor "I think we should go left. I sense this path is dangerous, and evil lies down the road". The group agrees that that is a good choice, as elves do have a keen sense for danger, so they backtrack and begin to walk down the left pathway. They take out a few skeletons along the way easily, but as they go on, it gets darker and darker. Eruon walks ahead and finds a torch on a wall, and lights it on fire using a flaming arrow. He silently gasps, and tells the group "Stand back, we have a little bit of a problem on our hands". Everyone starts talking in a jumbling mess as they realize that their pathway ends, and leads into a colossal pit, with a small opening for a corridor and the remnants of an old wooden bridge left behind. The pit appears to be around 40-50ft wide, too wide to jump across, and the walls around the pit seem quite smooth, without any handholds. "We've got a dilemma" said Bill14...

Eruon ducks swiftly, just in time. Dakar turns full out golem, and begins to attack the ogre. Bill14 starts to shoot fire at the ogre, while Dimaethor and Eruon fall back. Suddenly, Bill14 takes a massive blow to the head, and gets knocked right to the edge of the pit. Eruon pulls out a arrow, quickly turns it into a poison arrow, and shoots for his shoulder. Dimaethor, gets a direct shot right in the ogres eye, and the ogre backs away. The group rushes over to Bill14. He is unconscious, yet breathing. They move him to a safer spot, when the ogre returns. He is noticeably slower, and Dakar throws a spear hitting the ogre's knee. He falls down, and Dakar takes him out with a blow to the head. They find a rope, a few small pieces of gold, and a small stash of food. Eruon quickly eats half of it, before Dimaethor stops him. He says that he has a plan.

Dimaethor looks at the chasm to be spanned, then at his bow. Grabbing the rope, he ties it to an arrow, and with a well placed shot, the arrow is secured in a deep crevice within the wall on the opposite side of the seemingly bottomless gorge. Taking the other end of the rope, he ties it to the fallen ogre's leg. None of them would be so heavy as to make that body budge when he stepped on the rope, but how well anchored the other end is, well that is anyone's guess. Feeling it his duty as the leader of this great band of warriors, Dimaethor tests it out himself. If anyone will be supported by this makeshift bridge, if it can even be called that, it will be someone small. And so, using his size to his advantage, Dimaethor treads the rope as quickly as possible, noting the now apparent instability of the arrow anchoring the other side of the bridge, as it wiggles out a little more with each step he takes. He manages to reach the other side, as glad as one can be, and steadies the rope. "Ok now, Eruon, come across. Together you and I will steady the rope for our fellows. Makar," he calls to his fellow, who is even now tending their downed comrade, "Can you manage it? Crossing the rope with a downed warrior on your shoulder?". It isn't a serious injury, but it is enough to make crossing this chasm even more diffcult than before.

"All do my best" Makar calls back over while picking up the downed comrade into an over shoulder carry. He makes his way over to the rope. "Alright, I can do this" he thinks to himself. He takes one step onto the rope which makes a large stretching noise. Makar ignores this and takes another couple steps. He's not sure if this "Bridge" will hold the wait of both him and bill14. He takes a couple more steps and the rope snaps. Makar jumps to the end of the ledge almost sacrificing himself to throw bill14 to the end. Holding by the ledge, he manages to pull himself back up to safety. "Never make me do that again" he says while breathing heavily.

Dimaethor, clearly angered by the man's words, has half a mind to pin him to the wall with an arrow, and take the key from his filthy hands. Indeed, he desrves it, at least by Dimaethor's standard. Still, he would not that this band began using their powers to needlessly slay men, and so he refrains from gratifying the urge. "And how do we know that we can trust you, a man who admits that his own kindred and rulers have thrust him out of his city for thievery? If one is willing to steal from and lie to his own flesh and blood, how much more apt is he to do so to a band of strangers, from a strange land? I do not trust you any bit more than I trust the goblins you seek to have us eliminate. We will go as you request, but we will take you with us. And once we determine whether these goblins are worthy of the taste of our blades and bows, we will comply. But know this: if your words prove untrue, you will not live to see another day. Walk with us". With that, Dimaethor leads his group of men to the place the thief instructed them. Turning to Eruon, Dimaethor signals that they should fall back and ready their weapons, while he places the thief between them and Makar, whom Dimaethor instructs to pass on in front. "If they answer with force, we attack without mercy, but if they do not, we spare them. But keep your sword ready, because one way or the other," he looks at the thief "it will taste blood". As they step in front of the door, Dimaethor sees the goblins, and calls out to them "Are you peacable?".

Seeing the elf skull on the goblins head, Dimaethor's rage gets the best of the usually calm and well mannered elf. Grabbing the theif's arm, he shoves the man out of the room "Out of my way." Focusing his eyes on the oncoming foes, he shouts to his comrades "The leader is mine". Quickly disposing of the two that Eruon and Makar didn't get out of the one's charging towards him, Dimaethor fixes his gaze on the goblin leader, and shouts "FOR MY BRETHREN!!!" and begins to charge. "DIE GOBLIN SCUM!" He shouts as he, despite his preference of ranged weapons, dives into close combat, armed with only an arrow. As he procceeds to fight, and rather skillfully pummel the object of his blind rage, but in his rage, he fails to sense the the goblin coming up behind him, with it's sword drawn. As he delivers the final blow to the leader, his rage subsides, and gives way to his keen elven sense of hearing. And what he hears makes his blood run cold: he hears a blade slicing through the air, but hasn't enough time to react. Will this be the end?

Dimaethor hears the whiz of an arrow flying through the air. Eruon shoots right for the sword, and hits it dead on. The sword is knocked out of the Goblins hand, and clatters on the floor. He pulls out another arrow, and gets a shot right through the goblins eye. Dimaethor falls back, and takes on another shot, dead on. Makar goes into hand to hand combat with two of the other goblins. Eruon takes another arrow out of his quiver. He notices he is running a bit low. He takes a shot, directly hitting the blade of a sword, slicing the arrow in two. Both halfs go flying off, one into a goblins neck, the other straight into a goblins heart. Suddenly, they hear footsteps coming from the passageway. It is Bill14, who has come to. He takes out the last of his goblins with his Fire-Breathing abilities. Dimaethor walks up to the thief, the rest of his group of adventures. "We have done what you asked. Give us the key,". Suddenly, Eruon hears the unmistakable whiz of an arrow...

The arrow comes surging towards Dimaethor's face, traveling too fast for Dimaethor to dodge. Dakar jumps in front of Dimaethor, and pulls out his sword. Just in time, he slices the arrow in half right out of the air. Eruon shoots at the rogue elf, taking him out. "We must heed the thief's advice. It is the only option we have," says Bill14. They all agree on this, and begin to head back down the pathway, looking for the red brick. Near the chasm, they find the red brick, hiding right under their feet. Eruon takes out an arrow, and pries out the brick. He sees the key, and grabs it. Suddenly, they hear an unsettling rumble. The floor begins to shake violently. Dakar begins to run back down the passage way, and the rest of the adventures follow. They hear a loud *CRACK*, and the floor falls out from beneath them into an empty chasm below.

"It seems you're becoming quite the master at ledge jumping" Dimaethor says to Makar with a smile, as they two pick themselves up from the floor of the tunnel. Rising to his feet, Dimaethor dusts himself off, and looks at the others "Is everyone alright?" Noting how low Eruon is on arrows, Dimaethor walks to the dead elf that nearly killed him, and taking his quiver, says "Here Eruon, you could use the extra ammunition. Now, let's see where we're headed, shall we?"