Fantasy DUNGEON DELVER: Secrets of Caedia — Expedition #2, The Mapmaker's Dilemma

[Elenion Aura]

Expedition #2

BORIS

HUMAN FIGHTER

The Roads Below, Dungeons under Caedia

Dungeon Encounter
Attack Roll​

(Boris) Roll 1d20 = 19
(Thane) Roll 1d20 = 17​

Boris and Thane remind the Delvers what it means to have survived in this profession for years, if not decades. They are quite adept at the art of killing!

Aureliana's fireball flew fast, singeing the hem of Thane's cloak. The rest of him was too quick. With a sharp roll to the side, he evaded the spell, the flames splashing harmlessly against the stone behind him. He was up in a flash, his eyes glinting with dark amusement.

"I wouldn't be so sure," Thane's voice hissed, gesturing for Aureliana to look around.

The other Delvers—those who had joined them earlier—were lying slumped against the cold stone walls, unmoving. Beside them shimmered shadows that wore Thane's face. The echoes flickered and vanished, dissolving into wisps of illusory magic. In one fell swoop, and with shadow-blades coated in fast-acting paralytic venom, he had eliminated their numbers advantage.

With a flick of his wrist, the true Thane leveled his short sword at Aureliana and lunged, the blade gleaming in the dim torchlight.

On the other side of the chamber, Silvander's strikes had landed cleanly, feeling the satisfying crack of metal against Boris' skull. The large man had staggered, dazed for the moment... A moment that quickly passed.

As the dust from Silvander's strike settled, Boris straightened up to his full, gargantuan height, rolling his shoulders with a casual nonchalance that belied the beating he'd just withstood. Slowly, the veteran Delver turned his face to catch the torch-light, a broad grin splitting his features. There, on his cheek, stretched a single, thin scratch... All that those blows had to show for themselves.

Boris let out a booming laugh, his chest heaving with mirth. "Well, well! Look at that!" He pointed a meaty finger at the scratch on his face. "Y' drew blood, boy. I'll give ya that much!" He chuckled, and as Aurevele swung her holy sword his way, Boris hefted his axe in both hands, then brought it down into the ground at their feet with all his might.

The impact was deafening, the force of the blow sending a tremor through the stone floor. A blast of raw, violent energy exploded outward from the point of impact and rippled through the chamber, striking the offending Delvers like a crashing wave.

Boris stood tall amidst the chaos, his wide grin never faltering. "C’mon then!" he bellowed, his voice carrying over the din of the tremor. "You want to dance with the big dogs, don’t ya? Let’s see if you lot've got the bite to back up that bark!"

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