“I need more time to unweave the web of protective spells on this door!” Kimba shouted to her two companions.

They had quickly outdistanced the slower moving legion of un-dead warriors that pursued them up the ascending tunnel as it gradually widened and leveled out. They had left the noxious thick brown water of the sewer behind, but the stench remained. Finally after an hour or so of running, the trio reached a huge, iron door lit by two torches on either side. According to the map this was the entrance to the old maintenance area and Primus Creed’s lair. Though rusty and very old, the door was magically sealed. The great horned rats had either fallen back or were destroyed by the druidess’ magical fire balls and Khaz’s explosive arrows, but the un-dead still followed and were catching up.

“We’ll hold them off as long as we can Kimba,” Sarel answered gripping his sword with two hands like a club.

“This ain’t no place fer that slashing sword o’yers elf!” Khaz said sarcastically. “What’re ya gonna do, tickle em? Now yer gonna see how a dwarf fights up close. Watch my back, elf.” They had discovered that the only way to stop the unrelenting horde was to sever their spines a task more suited to Khaz’s heavy axe than Sarel’s light sword.

Khaz met the enemy with brute force bellowing what could have been dwarven curses or just incoherent growls of rage. Swinging his axe back and forth, up and down, he cut a path of destruction into the hordes’ ranks throwing their well formed lines into chaotic disarray. The dwarf was soon lost to sight as the skeletal warriors engulfed him; all Sarel could see of his friend was his death dealing axe rising and falling followed by bone fragments and armor flying wildly about the tunnel.

Protecting the druidess’ back while she concentrated on opening the door, Sarel noticed something odd while hewing the head from an advancing foe, “ they want us alive,” he said aloud before repeating himself louder, “they want us alive Kimba. They are loathe to deliver a death blow, why?!”

“There!” Kimba exclaimed as the iron door slowly opened inward on rusty hinge. The druidess drew her sword and joined Sarel before answering: “Who can tell the insane machinations of a demon tainted mind? Let’s retrieve master Axzen before Creed summons any more hell spawn.”

Her enchanted sword cutting through bone like linen, Kimba and the frost elf began hacking their way through the skeletal fighters standing between them and the bloody, berserking dwarf. Khaz stood, back against the right wall of the tunnel surrounded by fallen foes, his axe was a blur glinting in the torch light as it weaved a semi-circle of destruction around him. The crazed glint in the dwarf’s eyes and gleeful look upon his face was a little disturbing to even Sarel who had witnessed many abominations and horrors in his life.

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