Okay, once again, the main char's are mine, everything else is Blizzard's, yadda yadda, you guys know this stuff……
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As Grisom and Opyl walked towards the eastern end of the camp, they did not speak to each other at all. The few rogues who stayed in camp to guard against attacks seem just as oblivious to their existence as as they were of theirs. As they left the camp the Sister guarding the entrance did give them a small yell of, "Good luck". They walked down the dirt path before them, looking for this Den of Evil Akara had told them about. Opyl looked up and over to her large companion and said, "So, are going to just stay like this and not talk?"
The barbarian did not turn his head, but instead only shifted his eyes down at her, and grunted, almost leaving a question mark at the end of his response. Opyl sighed, and said, "I guess that will have to do. Anyway, I think we should figure out how we are going to do this. I mean, Akara was right, we certainly are different. When it comes time t fight, we have to have a plan so we don't kill each other."
Grisom stopped short, holding his arm in front of the woman to stop her as well. "You want a plan? You stay back, and I will kill the monsters."
With that, he took off charging to the right of the path. Opyl looked around his quickly moving bulk to see a couple of zombies in the grass, walking/stumbling towards them. Opyl swore, and began to follow him, when there was suddenly a shooting pain in her arm. She looked down at it, and just above the elbow there was stuck a long thin quill. She looked about hurriedly, and Yes!, there they were, three porcupine-like animals, snarling and growling at her. She narrowed her gaze and held forth her hand. It glowed red for just a second, and then a small ball of fire issued forth and sped towards the offending animals. It hit the one that had shot her square in the face, leaving it blackened and with a dead stare. She fired another bolt, and it too connected with one of the quilled fiends. It knocked him onto his side, stunned, but was quickly regaining its balance. She ran to the dazed monster and brought her staff down onto its body, to a satisfying crack. She spun, ready to meet the last of them, when she met Grisom. On the ground in front of him lay the animal, with what was left of its head oozing out from under his foot. He now wore a leather shirt, apparently taken from one of the zombies.
"Perhaps you are not totally useless in battle after all. Here, wear this," he said as he handed her a long quilted shirt. It had padding sewn into it to protect against punches and the like. Exasperated and wanting to tell him off, she could only struggle with the armor and then run after him, as he turned and swiftly continued down the path.
After no more than a half hour's walk from their first battle site, they found a large hill in the ground with a cave opening at the top. Grisom felt his neck hiar stand on end as he looked his first real challenge. "Well, I'll give the Sisterhood credit, they know how to name caves. That place really does look like a den of evil," Opyl said as they stood and caught their breths before what they both knew would be a test of their skills. Then a swarm of bats flew out of the cave, creating a dark cloud in the sky that moved off to the distance.