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Regis walked stoically by Wulfgar with his hands in his ears trying to block out the horrible sounds of Pwent and his Gutbuster brigade's singing. The dwarves reached another horrible crescendo and Regis grimaced in pain. Wulfgar heard his sharp intake of breath and looked down at him. Regis looked up at Wulfgar and sighed. Wulfgar had to chuckle at Regis, how funny the halfling looked with his hands in his ears. Meanwhile Drizzt was bringing up the rear, scouting to in fro searching for any highway bandits that might give them trouble, not that it would be much to the seasoned veterans. Catti-brie in turn was also scouting out in front of the troop. All was uneventful until Drizzt heard a telltale noise. Catti- brie also caught it and motioned for the group to quiet down. Drizzt and Catti-brie were just about to spot the problem when, Whoosh! An arrow whizzed over Wulfgar's head. He instinctively fell into a crouch. Pwent and his Gutbusters shouted and started a headlong charge into the thick of the trees. Thunk, thunk, thunk! Pwent and his entire Gutbuster brigade were laying on the ground sound asleep. Drizzt and Catti-brie recognized the quarrels sticking out of Pwent and his friends all to well. "Drow poison." Drizzt whispered under his breath. Soon after he spoke these words another sound sounded for behind him. He spun quickly around and found himself facing a charging army of kobolds. He also noticed the group of drow hidden in the trees. His mind reeled, but he had no time ponder it at length as the kobolds quickly reached him. Catti-brie was quick with her bow, Taulmaril the Heartseeker, and downed a few of the beasts before they got to the group. Realizing just how fast the army was coming, Drizzt pulled out his scimitars and he faced the oncoming kobolds. Twinkle quickly slashed through the oncoming kobold, which was lost in its own momentum. He quickly fell to the ground his eyes continuing to stare blankly. Drizzt quickly parried the next kobold's feeble attempt at an attack. Catti-brie stood by watching picking off kobold after kobold. Soon though Drizzt's form disappeared into the sea of kobolds. She thought to call out and see if he was still even alive but knowing Drizzt, he didn't need any help so she didn't. She kept killing off the kobolds one after another as she inched closer to the main group, preparing to use her sword. Meanwhile Bruenor, Wulfgar and Regis were just as involved in the thick of the struggle. "Where in the nine hells did all these kobolds come from?" Wulfgar shouted above the noise of the battle. Bruenor grunted. "How are we ta know!" he spat at Wulfgar. Regis grunted his reply too. Swinging his little mace he fell another kobold. "Take that you filthy beast!" He shouted at it. He quickly changed his course and swung his little mace again warding off the blow of the next kobold in line. Wulfgar in turn was doing his share of killing kobolds also. He swung his mighty warhammer, Aegis-Fang, at the oncoming group. Their looks of surprise as Aegis-Fang returned to his hand was all he needed to keep going. He sung out a song to his battle god, Tempus as he let loose his warhammer again, cleanly taking out a line of charging kobolds. Drizzt was beginning to tire. His arms ached from the continuing battle. His arms seemed to burn more with every block he did. His breath became labored. He needed to get out of here but how? The kobolds had him completely blocked in. The kobolds were fighting in a very organized manner. This battle had been well planned out, but by who and why? Icingdeath slid through another unlucky kobolds chest. He quickly pulled the scimitar free and parried yet another blow. He continued thinking. Had his evil heritage caught up with him again? This made him burn with anger and he became the hunter in the Underdark once again. Was the stream of kobolds ever going to stop Catti-brie wondered. If her and her companions didn't find a way out of the charging army, they were doomed. She still couldn't see Drizzt, and Wulfgar was getting tired and Bruenor was also. Even though she was with the best of company there was no way they could ward off this many kobolds. This thought scared Catti-brie. It wasn't the thought of death but the thought of never seeing her friends again. With this newfound determination, she fought even stronger still.
Nearby the pair of watchful eyes followed their every move. The eyes saw them beginning to tire. Now was the time. The figure waved over the commander of the kobolds. He was a monster even to the kobolds. He stood head and shoulders above the rest of them. His dog like face was always curled into a snarl because he had been attacked by an orc when he was younger. The attack had left his face uglier than ever.
"Yes, my lord." The kobold commander bowed gracefully. The figure smiled.
"It is time. Be prepared to call them back." Was all the figure said.
"Very well my lord." The kobold stated. The kobold walked away. The lone figure on the hill called over his companion.
"Get them ready, now is the time!" The dark skinned figure nodded. He spoke in a language that was very difficult for his comrade to understand. After the dark skinned figure finished speaking several more of his kind appeared. Each held a look of great anticipation and excitement. They had been waiting for this moment for sometime.
"They know what to do, I see." The figure said to the associate. The dark skinned figure nodded. He spoke a few sentences more in the other language before he sent them off to complete their mission. They ran off into the clearing were Drizzt and his friends were. The figure nodded and his dark skinned friend left him on the hill. The figure smiled at the spectacle. Just you wait Drizzt Do'Urden... just you wait. You will wish you'd never been born the figure silently vowed. The game was only just beginning.
Regis walked stoically by Wulfgar with his hands in his ears trying to block out the horrible sounds of Pwent and his Gutbuster brigade's singing. The dwarves reached another horrible crescendo and Regis grimaced in pain. Wulfgar heard his sharp intake of breath and looked down at him. Regis looked up at Wulfgar and sighed. Wulfgar had to chuckle at Regis, how funny the halfling looked with his hands in his ears. Meanwhile Drizzt was bringing up the rear, scouting to in fro searching for any highway bandits that might give them trouble, not that it would be much to the seasoned veterans. Catti-brie in turn was also scouting out in front of the troop. All was uneventful until Drizzt heard a telltale noise. Catti- brie also caught it and motioned for the group to quiet down. Drizzt and Catti-brie were just about to spot the problem when, Whoosh! An arrow whizzed over Wulfgar's head. He instinctively fell into a crouch. Pwent and his Gutbusters shouted and started a headlong charge into the thick of the trees. Thunk, thunk, thunk! Pwent and his entire Gutbuster brigade were laying on the ground sound asleep. Drizzt and Catti-brie recognized the quarrels sticking out of Pwent and his friends all to well. "Drow poison." Drizzt whispered under his breath. Soon after he spoke these words another sound sounded for behind him. He spun quickly around and found himself facing a charging army of kobolds. He also noticed the group of drow hidden in the trees. His mind reeled, but he had no time ponder it at length as the kobolds quickly reached him. Catti-brie was quick with her bow, Taulmaril the Heartseeker, and downed a few of the beasts before they got to the group. Realizing just how fast the army was coming, Drizzt pulled out his scimitars and he faced the oncoming kobolds. Twinkle quickly slashed through the oncoming kobold, which was lost in its own momentum. He quickly fell to the ground his eyes continuing to stare blankly. Drizzt quickly parried the next kobold's feeble attempt at an attack. Catti-brie stood by watching picking off kobold after kobold. Soon though Drizzt's form disappeared into the sea of kobolds. She thought to call out and see if he was still even alive but knowing Drizzt, he didn't need any help so she didn't. She kept killing off the kobolds one after another as she inched closer to the main group, preparing to use her sword. Meanwhile Bruenor, Wulfgar and Regis were just as involved in the thick of the struggle. "Where in the nine hells did all these kobolds come from?" Wulfgar shouted above the noise of the battle. Bruenor grunted. "How are we ta know!" he spat at Wulfgar. Regis grunted his reply too. Swinging his little mace he fell another kobold. "Take that you filthy beast!" He shouted at it. He quickly changed his course and swung his little mace again warding off the blow of the next kobold in line. Wulfgar in turn was doing his share of killing kobolds also. He swung his mighty warhammer, Aegis-Fang, at the oncoming group. Their looks of surprise as Aegis-Fang returned to his hand was all he needed to keep going. He sung out a song to his battle god, Tempus as he let loose his warhammer again, cleanly taking out a line of charging kobolds. Drizzt was beginning to tire. His arms ached from the continuing battle. His arms seemed to burn more with every block he did. His breath became labored. He needed to get out of here but how? The kobolds had him completely blocked in. The kobolds were fighting in a very organized manner. This battle had been well planned out, but by who and why? Icingdeath slid through another unlucky kobolds chest. He quickly pulled the scimitar free and parried yet another blow. He continued thinking. Had his evil heritage caught up with him again? This made him burn with anger and he became the hunter in the Underdark once again. Was the stream of kobolds ever going to stop Catti-brie wondered. If her and her companions didn't find a way out of the charging army, they were doomed. She still couldn't see Drizzt, and Wulfgar was getting tired and Bruenor was also. Even though she was with the best of company there was no way they could ward off this many kobolds. This thought scared Catti-brie. It wasn't the thought of death but the thought of never seeing her friends again. With this newfound determination, she fought even stronger still.
Nearby the pair of watchful eyes followed their every move. The eyes saw them beginning to tire. Now was the time. The figure waved over the commander of the kobolds. He was a monster even to the kobolds. He stood head and shoulders above the rest of them. His dog like face was always curled into a snarl because he had been attacked by an orc when he was younger. The attack had left his face uglier than ever.
"Yes, my lord." The kobold commander bowed gracefully. The figure smiled.
"It is time. Be prepared to call them back." Was all the figure said.
"Very well my lord." The kobold stated. The kobold walked away. The lone figure on the hill called over his companion.
"Get them ready, now is the time!" The dark skinned figure nodded. He spoke in a language that was very difficult for his comrade to understand. After the dark skinned figure finished speaking several more of his kind appeared. Each held a look of great anticipation and excitement. They had been waiting for this moment for sometime.
"They know what to do, I see." The figure said to the associate. The dark skinned figure nodded. He spoke a few sentences more in the other language before he sent them off to complete their mission. They ran off into the clearing were Drizzt and his friends were. The figure nodded and his dark skinned friend left him on the hill. The figure smiled at the spectacle. Just you wait Drizzt Do'Urden... just you wait. You will wish you'd never been born the figure silently vowed. The game was only just beginning.