Taking Out the Garbage

[Grand Fromage]

He'd always been the fastest runner in his platoon. It was an attribute that wasn't of much use, usually. Retreats were always organized, done under the cover of magic and darkness. A single man's ability to flee was irrelevant. His commander had finally found a use for the skill, though, and now he was running. His heavy plate was left behind, and the enchanted leathers didn't slow his feet a bit. The tunnel was dark and winding, but he could see just fine. He slowed and crouched against the wall, looking back over his shoulder.

It was still following him, its four long arms waving in the air, the snake-like, cone shaped body undulating back and forth as if it were slithering through the air. The gaping, tooth-ringed maw. He threw a rock to make sure the phaerimm noticed him, then broke into a sprint again. The phaerimm produced a squealing wind and waved its arms at the fleeing Shadovar, throwing bolts of blue energy and balls of fire after him.

He turned right, then left, then the tunnel sloped down and to the right again, then there was another tunnel. The phaerimm was right on his heels. He dove through a low entrance and rolled across the rocky floor. The cavern was much larger than the tunnel, fifty feet high and equally wide, and twice again as long. He scrambled to his feet and ran behind a stalagmite as the phaerimm floated through the hole and into the cavern behind him.

"PHAERIMM!" he screamed as loud as he could.

Around him the darkness seemed to thicken, as if it were tangible. Black walls appeared in the cavern's exits, and a cloud of shadow grew around the phaerimm. It spun in the air, floating higher to get out of the cloud. The shadows turned darker for a moment, then glowing eyes began to appear in its depths as the cloud took shape, forming into a crowd of tall, black-skinned, grinning men. The phaerimm barely had a chance to shriek before a wave of black magic bolts smashed the phaerimm into the cavern's wall. It twisted against the stone, shrieking more as the magic poured into it, tearing it apart. Thick blood stained the cavern wall and the bits of phaerimm fell in a heap on the floor.

Dethud Tanthul nodded to the other arcanists. "Twenty seven." He walked over to the corpse and picked up the phaerimm's tail barb, and held it up. "Once the phaerimm are gone, the Underdark will be ours... as it should be." He turned and spat on the corpse, then waved his hand in the air. "Let us go, we have hunting to do."

The Shadovar faded again into the darkness.

[Burt]

Very nice. But one can't help feeling your bark is worse than your bite, GF, since Anauroch has been "going live" for the better part of a year.

[Zakharra]

Nicely written GF.

Dethud Tanthul nodded to the other arcanists. "Twenty seven." He walked over to the corpse and picked up the phaerimm's tail barb, and held it up. "Once the phaerimm are gone, the Underdark will be ours... as it should be." He turned and spat on the corpse, then waved his hand in the air. "Let us go, we have hunting to do."

*walks away, wiping tears of laughter from eyes*

[Solgen]

Shades pwn Drow.....it is known *nods*