A Rough Start

Born into a life of Slavery his parents were captured years earlier in a Thayan campaign against the Rashemi taken as slaves and cast into a hellish life under the iron fist of a Thayan Red Wizard. The barn doors flapped in the strong breeze that cold and lonely night as the screams of labour filled the barn as the Rashemi woman Sashwa Xanos bore a child through the night.

The Red Wizard Velkesh paced about in his house contemplating an offer from the Zolkir as Slaves stood at the door watching their Master in his anger and confusion. Darian Lifted his son high as Sashwa gave one last allmighty push ..their son was born ...Darian looked into his beedy eyes and spoke softly "I name you Falkir my son".

Months passed as the house of Velkesh Toiled about the wishes of Dmitra Flass Zulkir of Eltabbar ...she harboured a secret love for their Master yet Velkesh was unsure of many secret unions they had ..under the nose of High Blade of Mulmaster. As time went by Falkir became accustomed to many harsh labours as he grew ..having to pull his weight ..and scrap over a mare loaf of bread..but amoungst all the turmoil..his parents still ..manged to teach him a few teachings ..his father was once a prize fighter and showed his son a few bare handed fighting techniques which came in handy on the streets of Eltabbar where a mare loaf of bread was like a dragons hoard.

One day as it came to pass Falkir was returning with some fresh food for the house of Velkesh when he was set upon by three thugs...by now he was in his nineteenth year and had seen more than one altercation of this nature. One of the brutes intoned arrogantly "how nice of you whelp to bring that fresh :sniffs the air: food for us" ...Falkir placed the food aside and returned "there is a price invovled ..allthough when you have paid you will know that it was too much for you to afford".

The three thugs started stepping forward ..one of them producing a dagger...Falkir stepped forward arms folded and started talking within range of the first thug. "A big boy like you would eat all of it I think ...wont be any left for the other two :grinning:" ...Falkir intoned ...the thug returned "Me and the boys will eat hearty even if we :is cut off by an upper cut to the jaw:".

The big thug staggered as the other two pounced ..the thugs dagger lunged at his mid section as Falkir grabbed his arm and forced the dagger into its throat pushing him back into the others as they all fell upon the ground :wipes hands:. Unknown to him green eyes stared out from an alleyway under a hood ..a slight grin came accross his face ..the Zen Master Arthos Di'nar seemed impressed by Falkirs Display and made his presence known ..stepping out of the shadows.

Young Man ... You fought well :clapping: ... perhaps you could fight even better ...who is your Master .. Falkir looked upon the offically robed figure with interest. "Umm ...Lord Mage Velkesh...Sir" ..."good" he returned "I shall speak with him about ...some ..Training...".

Valkir arrived back with the fresh food and recounted to his parents about the fight ... :his father slaps him on the back: "Thats ma Boy"...his mother frowned sightly ..then shrugged. At dawns light the next day Velkesh had a vistor bearing an offical scroll ...the mage opened the scroll and smiled at the message... "Summon the boy Falkir Slaves" Velkesh barked at the slaves.

Falkir came before Velkesh and knelt ..."what is your wishes my lord"..."rise boy...you are to be trained by a friend of mine...this is a great honour boy ...dont you let me down either...now go to .. :explains location of Long Death Monestary: ".

The Coldness Of Death

Falkir arrived at the Monestary to find it locked ...there was a chill in the air ...the coldness of death .. Suddenly two robed monks appeared in front of him and assessed him for a moment..then opened the door. The door swung open to reveal a torch lit hallway where a robed figure beckoned him inside ..."come boy we have much to discuss" came Arthos Di'nar. As the doors closed ...time rolled by ...through currents of time .. as he was trained .. Death became allmost a faith to him in his training ...the arts of sneaking and of a great many things became his to know ..as the splatter of blood .., the dodging of traps ..and the sneaking around foes became allmost a daily chore.

Finally the day came when he would be offically marked as one of the order..yet something seemed amiss ... a visitor garbed in strange robes and wearing dark armour loomed above the training hall ..standing next to the Zen Master. Suddenly Mysterious Figure spoke some words and before him a ghostly figure appeared .... the Zen Master Called out "Your final Test...remember ..Death is not an end ...only a beginning". A spear was cast out before him ..and a pair of gloves .. though he had prepared for this moment ... the accepting of ones mortality was the last test and to embrace death was the ultimate honour for a Long Death Monk.

He knelt before the spectre as it lunged for him ...its icy touch sending a chill down his spine as his life forced was drained away...he did not flinch ...he did not cry out ...he was simply accepting of his death...and embraced it with an open heart ..even as the ghostly being drained him of knowledge and of life...and as his heart stopped falling lifelessly over...:drums sound:. The spectre looked over the lifeless body of Falkir and Smiled ...intoning in a ghostly voice "He is Worthy" :a gust of wind blew though the training hall as the Spectre Vanished.

The Velsharoon Cleric accompanied the Zen Master down to Falkir and took off her gloves and knelt before Falkir intoning harshly "If it be by your will ..and if he will serve you ...then may he be healed by your power ..My Lord...:raises hands as blue energy arced about as she placed both her hands upon Falkir: "RESTORE and be REBORN ...Honoured one of Velsharoon" the Cleric intoned. The blue energy crackled and surged through Falkirs body in a blue nimbus of energy ..as life returned into his body..as the channeled energy of the god Velsharoon restored and ressurected him true.

Falkir Stood up then lowered his head to the cleric ..."what is your command" he intoned ....as the Zen Master motioned to the Tattooist..."In time ...I will tell you child...for now ...you are at Arthos Bidding". She placed her gloves back on and turned with the grace of a cat ..marching out of the training hall the scent of Witchhazel was thick in the air as it reached Falkirs Nostrils ..in an arrousing sense.

The Markings of the Order of Long Death were inscribed upon his person and on his chest ..the Visage of Death which was chosen as Velsharoon by this particular Monk Order. Valkir was still unknowing of the god that had bought him back from the dead and it was never revealed to him ...he simply knew the Visage as the Silent Lord ...this was done specifically for many reasons.

A few months passed by after the final trial before the Xen Master gave him his first order ... "You shall guard Red Wizard Velkesh Falkir..go now my pupil ... you do me proud..now go!".

A twist of Fate

Velkesh awaited impatiently in his study as he blew dust off a tome .. seeking a spell which might prove usefull on a journey which he had scheduled to Mulmaster. Valkir entered and bowed low before Velkesh ... "rise my friend you honour this house with your presence...you will accompany me to the City of Mulmaster ..I have business there :grins to himself:".

Falkir checked some throwing stars on his belt and readied himself for the long journey which would transverse many lands as Velkesh bought a crude looking staff out of a chest ..and hung a strange amulet around himself which seemed to glow ebon. Falkir spoke with his parents first wishing them well ..then stepped into a portal along with three of his fellow order monks..Velkesh had allready gone ahead carelessly..magic dazzled about the portal as they materialised in a forest outside of Mulmaster.

Velkesh cursed and muttered to himself before finally intoning "we must transverse the domain of the underdark to reach our destination be on your guard !" the grumpy mage intoned. There was a deathly silence over the forest ..as the stars blazed in the nightsky ..the group moved forward cautiously ..until they reached a cave ...they were about to proceed inside when all of a sudden a hail of arrows struck the party...all were two slow ...and of the many arrows only a few were swiped aside by the monks as the others struck their marks... the sleeping poison overtook them...as the party fell into a deep slumber.

They awoke to find themselves prisoner to a drow house ...the Matron mother standing before them in their cage ..."well well well ...what do we have here...A Red Wizard ...oh ...and thank you for those lovely gifts ..they will make a fine addition to my collection of other trinkets from other fools!" :laughs perfusely:. Velkesh began to utter a spell but his bonds were antimagic and the spell marely fizzled and died ...the monks including Falkir stood ready moving back ...and would give their lives for the wizard should the need arise.

The Matron Mother walked off laughing and intoned sarcastically "feed themto the Remorhaz in the pit ..im done" ...The cage flew open as they were led away to a great pit on the edge of the drow stronghold. Falkir made note of a wall that could be scaled as they were shoved along by drow guards .. the ominous sounds of the Remorhaz could be heard from the pit below as Velkesh rained abuse at the drow ..the response was a longsword straight through him as he fell to the ground ..the drow hacked him up as the monks fought in vain trying to aid him.

In the confusion a guard dropped a key which Falkir used to unlock himself ..he focussed on the guard in front of him and struck him with a mighty blow which dazed the guard the other monks were cut down by the drow ..as Falkir looked on in disgust ..turning to the wall he made a break for it .. archers fired arrows which missed luckily as he climbed over the wall and made a break for it. He ran until he could run no more ..and collapsed outside a strange looking cave ..the hiss of a spider could be heard as a huge spider started towards him .. suddenly it was struck with an axe ..as a Druegar fought relentlessly against it .. cutting deep into the spiders body with mighty blows.

The Druegar helped Falkir up and led him away to his camp where he offered him a potion or two of healing ..Falkir leaned against a rock as the Druegar allowed him to rest for a while. When he came too ...he spoke the Druegar a while ...and agreed to deliver a certain message to someone in a place known as the sanctuary..the druegar gave him some rough directions as Falkir thanked him for saving his life and decided to run his little errand ..intrigued by the sound of this "sanctuary".

Enter the Sanctuary

From every corner of the lowers came the sounds of rats as they sung in unison to the joy of the dead that piled up around a strange temple from wence mist poured out and blood was plattered about ...as a Ghastly Visage drained the life out of another victim...its lifeless ...husk...falling to the ground..as deaths ebrace..came like winters chill as the wall of the Faithless began to fill. But from this 'foray' came one spark of hope as a former acolyte of some faith whispered something to his god ..in a final desperate attempt to smite the Evil that lurked upon that dark street...a stream of positive energy lept forth from his hand and did strike true upon the untorilian monstrosity.

Alas his efforts were in vain as his life was drained away like the rest of the lifeless husks scattered about the street on that fatefull day ..of strife..and of suffering. No guards came running .. no one seemed to care ..as the rats ate their fill ..and soon bodies were stripped of flesh ... the putrid smell of death adding to the woes of those who dwelt below..Sanctuary.

Falkir Sat in Meditation as he considered many events that had transpired in the first two days in which he had lived amoung the populace of the sanctuary...his thoughts drifted occassionally when he recalled a conversation he had with a strange woman garbed in armour blackest night. Telling him her name and if he sort work at this 'pissing crone' in which he meditated in...and fought to understand why things happen the way they do in sanctuary.

But yesterday he had talked with his woman in private about work and having to prove one's self...the woman whom he only knew as "Tethyrn" whom he had witnessed executed ..troubled him...Falkir had barely begun to get to know her and like the wind she was gone. He trained his arts on a daily basis ...and did heed what advice 'Tethyrn' had given before her execution ...his Fist hitting the dummy repeatedly in that training arena one could find in the last stand...imagining it was the 'executioner' with every smash with every skull he cracked along his way for next three day's.

Falkir had also made two aquantinces of an appealing nature..one was close to his tennants ...the other his unwoken faith which would soon be awoken in that vast expanse known as 'underdark'. Velsharoon ran his finger through Shars hair as he smiled and looked into a pool of seeing ...the image of a cleric appearing who fought beside Falkir of which Velsharoon had looked upon before :he did smile upon this: ..The cleric suddenly directing a curse in the direction of some goblins shouting "Velsharoon Curse these Fools who would appose you" Velsharoon dipped his finger into that pool upon the image of the Goblins as the gods power was channeled onto them ..one dropping an axe instantly in his cursed state.

Shar turned to him ...her dark hair and her eyes blackest night.."Hmm my dear Vel....what ever are we going to do with you :they break into manic laughter that filled a certain dimension:.

The Eternal Study Of Death

Through the maddening of the crowds did ones mind find Solace in Meditation as he thought upon much that had transpired the many days before in the Vastness of Underdark. The streets of the upper Sanctuary teemed with the comings and goings of many folk some merchants others seeking Adventure and some barely struggling to make ends meat.

He had wondered after the advice a stranger had given him regarding the colony of slaves as he referred to it and its somewhat unstable nature where the slightest of sparks caused mountions of fire. Caution was the greatest thing that one considered within his meditation towards his study of death as he contemplated the means on furthering his knowledge about such things.

As he stood up from meditation and turned to the table where he had carefully disected two specimens for study he produced a green vial of poison and dabbed a few drops on each of the open livers. Watching for changes in discolouration he noted the subsequent changes and the orignal causes of their deaths ..making carefully note of the bettles interesting organs and its ability to manifest an acid secretion within a sap contained in its liver. Having tested both subjects and making various notes he disposed of the remains discreetly and decided to take a walk through the maze of streets strewn about Dunwarren. Many shops and signs did he find and he even managed to aquire some supplies for his hosts ..an elderly couple by the surname Gilbert.

Listening to the talk of folk as he bundled up various goods at market hearing of various rumours which were not of interest to ones ears ..yet he remained open to new information which may come his way...as One figured a mare scrap of good information may benefit him or his new found spiritual guide. Thinking back as he walked back to the residential district ..he contemplated the words of a certain person regarding ..matters of death ..and his subsequent charge to prove ones self..wondering how he could accomplish this ..and sort to make contact with this individual at some point in time.

Falkirs Pledge

After previously aiding the necromancer with materials falkir sort to solidify a greater allegence with him.... bringing to him a gift fitting for one of the necromantic persuits. Bowing humbly before him and placing upon the ground a runed weapon of great power symbolic of his resolve to ally with one who could aid in furthering his understanding of the arts of death and who could possibly offer him work in some capacity... they talked at great length about many possibilities.

He left after instructing him he could be contacted at the 'pissing crone' by a letter addressed to Sirus Arden ...with that he left and blended with the shadows once more slipping away into the night.

Of Darkness and Death

The cry of merchants plying their wares in lower sanctuary could be heard by two figures as they exited the establishment known as the 'pissing crone' the energy that filled the air was one of a mixed nature ; as the darks rolled by people hummed and harred about the incursion that transpired by the gate at midway. Linda talked softly to Falkir as they made their way towards the canals mentioning that she wanted to test her powers some place far from the detection of those who would scry upon her dark arts as they wandered further and further out of the confusion that was beginning to brew in the lowers.

Falkir looked forward to the coming display of power as his study of undeath was progressing far and he was growing more and more curious as to nature of the undead and how one could animate them by channeling the power of the dread god. He was not stranger to witnessing the undead as he had seen them many times before back in thay as death masters put him to the test many times in battle against a range of creatures ..yet he yearned to know more than how to marely dispose of them ..his curiosity was of a artistic ..scholarly nature to unravel the mysteries of unlife and to discover the secret to immortality.

Many sketches and notes had he made from various studies ..some not marely of the undead but a study of death in general ..ones quest to piece together that which had eluded him for many years was beginning to take a material presence in his mind. Through his meditations did he consider much how futile a humans life span was ..when compared with an elf or a Dragon which lived long and glorious lives ... he yearned ... he hungered for knowledge. Whenever he could ..he would study also his martial arts with a fellow Monk of the order ..they would spar and practice various fighting styles together .. he even learnt a move or two beyond marely fighting which caught him off guard in his training. Having travelled to the distant 'place' the cleric told him to place the remains of the beast upon the ground and then called on the power of her god ...channeling unlife into the beasts body it stood up and a noxious cloud with the smell of death filled the air ..as the eyes of the beast glowed red.

Watching with anticipation and curiosity did Falkir stare upon the undead creature which had been animated into unlife ... he narrowed his eyes a moment in facination then he began to sketch a picture of the beast. The cleric looked upon the undead creature with a smile as she commanded it around as a teacher would to a child ..the beast paced around ..the pain in its eyes running deep..perhaps from its former life ..before cast into the inky black void of death!.

A perilous Journey

As a sending rung through the minds of many around sanctuary Falkir became distracted as he heard of one called Ricco's ambition to set out on a "patrol". He thought to himself ..it would be a good opportunity to make a scout of the area and made preparations for the journey taking with him a series of small vials that were fixed to his belt , he prepared also a strange dagger from which a magus told him if he whispered the word "seek" the dagger would attack any foe that he faced.

He met a group standing at the gates as Ricco spoke with the small gathering seeing who wished to embark on his venture .. Falkir approached and discussed the various dangers that they would face before deciding that he would go...keeping in the back of his mind to be ready for danger when it came. The group set out and travelled down a long tunnel before they came to large dank cavern ..they pressed forward as the sounds of armour clanged about ..he kept to the shadows allways and watched for any signs of danger.

Their journey to the kobolds compound was not an easy task being assulted from every direction by a host of monsters ..at one point Julia fell to a huge lizard when it allmost ate her whole ..but not before Ricco , Allinys , and Falkir struck deadly blows upon the monstous beast...the beasts bite had taken its toll on Julia ..and she lay still and lifeless. Falkir checked her pulse for any signs of life ..but none could be found ..the party paused a moment thinking on what to do ...when suddenly there was a brief flash of light and her body shook and came back to life .. it seemed that a miracle has just taken place ..one thought her lucky stars were many.

The party pushed on and fought more bloody battles all fighting bravely ..of swords swung , arrows flung , did they push through the inky darkness. Battle ridden and tired they noticed torches in the distance as they approached the shadow tribes stronghold ..they entered as kobolds looked on curiously figuring it was more traders.

They rested a while by a flowing stream ..whilst Falkir took a look around speaking with an odd kobold who talked of being a collector of sorts and traded with him. After they had all rested the group pushed on into a strange cavern ..water filled the cavern as they pushed into the dank cavern ...suddenly they were assulted time and time again by lizard like foes and other strange like creatures.

Danger lurked at every turn ..if not foe ..it was fungus that plauged their path ..strange looking mushrooms spitting out noxious gasses as Falkir held his mouth and pushed forward .. the others started to cough from the noxious gas which seemed to weaken them in some manner. Amidst the gas and confusion ..strange monsters attacked .. coughing and fighting they managed to best the foes carrying bows ..and managed to find another tunnel.

Ricco made mention at one point of the possiblity of giants .. as the party each thought their own thoughts about the remark .. Falkir sighing slightly knowing how strong a foe they would face keeping in mind one of the partys comment of wanting a potion of invisablity ... thinking he would keep his supply ready in case of an emergency. They entered another large cavern ..water dripped and the errie blackness lay all around them ..lit only by strange glowing crystals and strange plants.

They ventured through out this strange cavern and found nothing .. or so it seemed .. Ricco looked down into the dark and caught sight of a Giant as it hurled a stone towards him ..charging toward the giant heroicly ...the others followed suit and an epic battle took place in that dark and dank place. The giant had a huge axe with him ..and swung with powerfull swings ..and in turn was met with powerfull swings , arrows , and martial arts.

But alas the foe was too strong ...it swung and did strike mortal blows upon the group ..even Falkir was struck and felt the sting of the giants axe. All seemed lost as Julia was cut down by the mighty foe ..its roars could be heard all around the cavern ... when all seemed lost falkir took out the magical dagger and intoned the word "seek" ...the dagger flew at the giant many times ..and managed a few deep cuts upon it ...but it stood its ground and swatted the dagger aside every time like a bug.

Staring at the Giant from shadow ..he watched as it gloated narrowing his eyes at the torilian monstrosity .. thinking to himself if only one had the gloves of his order he would have put the coldness of death into the gloating hulk of lard. Injured and slightly .... sad for the loss of his companions ...was this emotion ...feeling ... something he had never known ..and shook off the singular tear and made his way back to the shadow tribes compound.. evading a host of enemies on his way back ..his materials were expended ..and he had but a small amount of gold upon him..as he emerged from the darkness and confusion.

Some time went by as he contemplated their fates ..shaking his head on occassion and throwing stones out into the under ground river..furious that he was not strong enough in his arts and equiped enough to deal with the foe ...he made a note in a blank tome he had recovered from a certain temple ..and made it quite clear in his notations the dangers that lurked ..and the foes he had encountered. He also made up a letter and approached a group of adventurers which traded with the collector and spoke with a large warrior bearing a battleaxe ..the warrior did not warm to the task ..but a soft hand brushed the warriors shoulder ..in a calming manner...the sunite priestess spoke softly "your letter will be carried to him...I will pray to sune for the loss of your friends"..Falkir bowed to the sunite priestess as they left the gates of the shadow tribe .. their footsteps echoing off into the darkness ..as the eyes of the kobold archers scanned the dark for dangers that would strike.

Thee Arts of Death

From out of the dark shadows that loomed did Falkir emerge before the guardians thomas had placed he looked upon each with facination ..he had been here many times before and had achieved somewhat of a friendship with the necromancer offering his services and to do his bidding. As he raised the gate shut and walked down into Thomas's domain he approached him and bowed his head low intoning "One greets you my lord" ...Thomas returned "greetings falkir...have you come to study more"..."yes my lord I wish to make sketches to further my knowledge".

"So be it Xanos :inclines head slightly to Falkir:".. Falkir walked about hands behind his back until he took interest in one the random undead that paced about ..under the power of the necromancer. He bought out some paper and started to sketch one of the undead as it paced about he sketched its front taking much time to do so as it walked around taking note of the details of its structure ..fancination at its ability to live beyond death. After much time had passed he finished his sketch and placed it within his journal ..amoung other things.. his studying of the undead was progressing well. Though something weighed heavily on his mind ..concerns ..concerns for Linda and what would be to come of things ...as time rolled by in underdark. He meditated for much time on many things trying to figure a way to further their plans ...as a foe he would have to aquire equipment ...and gold was not easy to come by in underdark ..without risk !. And to rush in ..one thought to himself would certainly bring absolute failure ...time would bring many things ..such as waiting by the river one thought ..opportunities would soon come to pass. He rose out of meditation and gathered his belongings changing his attire and vanished into underdark ..bowing to Thomas before he left. Later he trained his arts in the last stand ...the streets were bare ...as soldiers marched back and forth ..and spellguard tended their animations...as the odd adventurer walked the streets.

He later reviewed his sketch behind a locked door somewhere opening his journal and looked upon the sketch with interest...

Dark of the Dead

As dead bodies were strewn about in the lowers many walked by wondering how it all happened ..including a simple monk passing through ..upon seeing the bodies he spoke with a few saying he will see to their burials.....

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In the mist of confusion a seemingly simple monk takes the bodies and loads them onto a cart ..bound for ...burial ? ... he makes his way to where many bodies are buried ...and in the darkness ... the bodies go elsewhere...just in time for a certain cleric to start animating them.

Entry 15

It has been interesting darks to say the least ... one made his offering to chudax one dark and next he had to dispose of the three that jumped him .. they were hungry ...their deaths were unfortunute. And another dark one talks with an interesting Kobold called Kaz who bears the mark Kurtulmak ...one thinks it would be wise to be friends with these kobolds other than their enemies ...their friendship could be mutually beneficial ...as their knowledge of New and Old Dunwarren could present an opportunity for us to build a temple to Velsharoon. One has seen posters all around of one called Koinus Sten and a bounty that has been placed upon him ...I may look to eliminate him to aquire funds to further our ambitions. Allthough to achieve such ends at the present could be dangerous ..there is much confusion in the air ...only logic will present prudent solutions in these troubling times...One has much to ponder on ..and still none seek lessons in the martial arts ...time is either ones ally or foe in this vast darkness known as underdark..perhaps Kaz's search will unravel the mysteries of this rumoured Monestary.

F.X

A Sticky Situation

As the passions of wanderlust begun to take form within two minds they rose from their slumber as the dead paced back and forth to the song of dirge. Falkir slid out of the bed and changed into his garb proceeding to preform feng shui for a full hour and a half.

The Priestess Giger arose and went below to pray to Velsharoon for the coming darks that would roll on slowly like the sands of the hour glass. They set out upon their journey not knowing where the dark would take them only that they must succeed in their wishes to please Velsharoon by building him a temple.

Falkir slid though the shadows scouting ahead as Linda pushed foward proudly ..fully armoured and prepared for the darks events ..her holy symbol concealed beneath..away from prying eyes ..but close to her heart and her burning faith. Suddenly they were attacked by kobolds ...there was no time for negociations as their first words were spoken with blades ..as the fight ensued .. Falkir appearing behind one of them sweep kicking then landing a mortal blow with his fist as it came crushing down on it.

Linda called to Velsharoon and bought forth a specter which took hold of one of the kobolds ..draining its lifeforce away leaving it a dried up husk. They surged forward as an older looking kobold used the weave to try and disrupt their efforts ..but again asunder he would fall ..as two monsters looked on in anticipation...waiting for their moment to strike ..one could have guessed that the kobolds were the unlucky victims who were about to be set upon ...but when that tornado of chaos hits ..logic gets drawn away ..and all that is left is the moment. And the moment came as they felled the giant spider and ettercep.. which tried to ensnare them within their webs ...but fell to wraith of the two Velsharites. As the last shriek escaped the spider ...in the distance a slight hissing could be heard ..as sheets of spider webs began to block every escape...they rushed about ..as Falkir asked if they had a mare torch on them so they could burn the webs...but it was too late ..by now three queen spiders had made their way down.

The spiders approached hissing menacingly ....Falkir summoned his energy taking the stance of the tiger changing his hands into the postures of tiger claws. Linda bought forth her weapon and called upon the blessings of Velsharoon ...prepared they were as they proceeded to do battle with the vicous Spiders.

They fought long and hard ...two spiders had been slain but poison riddled them as they staggered around fighting relentlessly against a final spider that remained. At one point it had knocked Falkir unconscious with its sleeping venom and attempted to wrap him up in a web like cocoon. But this was thwarted as Linda slashed at the spider and directing energy into Falkir at the same time ...then proceeded to give him a kick to wake him up. His vision blurry he woke feeling the healing energy of Velsharoon corse through his body as he came too ... and staggered against the wall.. he could see a blurry vision of the spider and Linda Fighting ....then suddenly the spider shrieked then retreated. Later on Kaz appeared suddenly ...offering his services ...a discussion ensued as they talked about a few things ...whilst in the background ..Linda inspected a body ...perhaps one of the spiders victims one thought ..as they limped back to the shop of undeath as Linda Prayed for a while down below. She proceeded to direct healing energy into Falkir and herself later on as they fully recovered and spoke with Kaz ..both offering him items and gold..as they saw allies ..and possibly a friend in this Kaz ..which Falkir had come to respect...allthough he was still sceptical in the back of his mind ..recalling the three.

:writes a quick..journal entry:

The dark finds one smiling for I have exact my revenge on that foolish halfling that dare to say aimless that he could accomplish my death in two second. It is unfortunute that my fellow Sister was not available so that we could have experiment but things not allways work out as one wants here in underdark.

A pitty...