Description
You look at the stocky figure before you and notice skin almost as dark as
the night sky. His suit of armor looks to be of a strong design.
Heavy iron plates are riveted together with interlocking steel bands
and adamantite joints to provide the best protection known.
His eyes dart to and fro, a maniacal gleem narrowing as he spots your gaze.
Role
Harsh Beginnings
Added Mon Jan 8 01:14:36 2007 at level 22:
The shadows merged to form a handfull of figures moving silently down the
tunnel.Like spectres they came wreathed in darkness intent on their deadly
task. The Duergar slowed to a halt, reaching the sleeping chamber of their
prey. Daggers held tightly, they moved into the cavern, silencing any cries
for help. They spread out over the sleeping figures, an Anti-paladin
weaving power-full spells making sure that none would wake to soon. One by
one the sleeping figures were butchered, daggers biting deep into the flesh
of man, woman and child.
Their grisly work done, the Anti-paladin moved over to one of the Duergar
soldiers. Removing a pouch filled with coins from under his cloak, the mage
hands it to the soldier.
"My master will be pleased, now go an forget ye were ever here"
With a snarl, the Duergar spun around, and stalked back into the tunnel from
whence they came carefully hiding their tracks.
The Anti-paladin moved over to the still corpse of a large Duergar male,
bending over he pulls a signet ring off of the lifeless finger.
"Yer family will no longer be a thorn in my side, may ya rot in the Eternal
Abyss
Cackling gleefully the Anti-paladin surveyed the carnage, then mumbled some
words under his breath.Soon he shimmered and then disappeared.
Some hours later, one of the bodies stirs, his helmet caved in by a viscous
cranial hit and the flow of blood from his gaping throat wound slowing.He
crawls around, looking for any life in the many bodies that surrounds him,
finding none, he slowly crawls into the tunnel, being swallowed up by the
blackness.