Last Ride of the Heir RPG

[Hama Of The Riddermark]

The group moved down slowly through the total darkness. Owacyn kicked a stone by accident, and it made a resounding sound as it bumped down the stairs. Owacyn cursed wildly, silently, at himself. He heard a scratching noise above him and looked up. He couldn't see a thing, and he shook his head for being so stupid. He felt a breeze on his back, and he took another step down. He heard the scratching sound again and his heart started beating faster. He took a torch out of his pack and struck a tinderbox to illuminate it. Light flooded the tunnel. Again he looked up, seeing nothing, he again berated himself for being so paranoid.

He tried to step forward but found that his legs had gone numb. He pulled his legs forward with a concious effort and stepped down the stairs. Breathing heavily now, trying to keep as calm as he could. He slowly drew his sword with his right arm he continued down, trying to make as little sound as possible...