Adobe Acrobat Format - The Grey Company

Sar'Nav'ell quickly spun and cast a lightning bolt into Caran. The first time through made the elf stumble.
The rebound from a nearby wall threw him to the ground.
Weaponless and spell-less, Brisid swung his fist into Sar'Nav'ell's temple, flattening her. He
cringed in pain as his hand went numb. Slightly amazed at the effectiveness of his attack, Brisid checked to
make sure the drow was unconscious, and he then knelt by the fallen thief.
"How do you feel?" he asked Caran.
"I've been better. Much better," the thief gasped. "When this is over, could you tell Jem Val'istar--
she's another elf that came here--that I've always loved her since the first time I saw her."
"You're going to be fine..." Brisid began, but Caran was already gone. He paused, praying that the
thief's journey to Corellon would be swift. "And I didn't even know your name." After binding the still
inactive Sar'Nav'ell with ropes, Brisid recovered his weapons and armor and strode out of the cavern. He
hoped the thief would be the last elf to die that day.
* * * * *
Sheilandri and Modar stood in a dark niche in the cave wall, watching over Nalynn. They hoped
they would stay inconspicuous as defending an unconscious elf was not easy. Their hopes were dashed as a
cowardly ogre mage, running away from the battle, dove into the space seeking a hiding place and landed
on the elves. Underneath the monster's bulbous torso, the elves could do nothing but squirm. The ogre
however, feeling something unknown moving beneath him, panicked and cast the first spell that came to
mind.
Instantly, noxious, green gas appeared above the ogre, knocking him out. After some struggling,
Sheilandri and Modar managed to escape, carrying Nalynn.
* * * * *
Graywolf carefully made his way along the passage. He slipped through the shadows along the
wall, alert eyes darting back and forth and pointed ears straining to catch the faintest sounds. The surface elf
paused, and took a dagger from his belt. Mumbling the words to a spell under his breath, he laid the dagger
on an invisible disk. He began slowly passing his hands over the dagger until it practically glowed with
heat. Then he pushed the unseen disk out in front of him, where it hovered along ahead of him as he walked.
The passage was almost pitch black, making it fairly difficult to keep his footing.
Suddenly, a form stepped out of a side passage and struck the heated dagger. Gray could see two
heat patterns in front of him. One of them knelt down to touch the fallen dagger, pulling his hand back
quickly and cursing in the Drow tongue. Quickly, Graywolf raised his hands, whispering "N'tess gothamin."
The two Drow stood frozen, struggling to move their uncooperative limbs. The surface elf walked up to the
two, drawing another dagger.
After dragging the two dead Drow behind some nearby rubble, he headed off down the side
passage. 'So far so good, let's see, Gmanfandan said eighty four paces down this passage...', he thought to
himself. After making a few twists and turns in the passages, Gray began to catch faint sounds of battle
ahead. He forced himself not to hurry, to keep checking the ground in front of him for danger. Three times
he stepped over tripwires near the floor of the passage.
Finally, he came upon a room. There was an orb floating in the room, casting a pale greenish light
over the walls. The light created eerie shadows around the room. Graywolf carefully made his way into the
room, slowly walking around the orb. After satisfying himself that there were no traps, he started to reach
into a pouch at his belt.
Graywolf's head snapped up, staring at the orb as it seemingly emitted a cackling laughter. From a
passage on the other side of the room, a lone drow appeared. The Drow was a male warrior, with one eye
covered by a patch. He already had blades in his hands, and he wasted no time in charging towards the
faerie he suddenly found in his path. Quickly, Graywolf extended his hand and said, "Templa pilini'".
Several blue bolts flew from his outstretched fingers, swerving around to hit the dodging Drow. The bolts
did little real damage, but they gave Gray enough time to draw his sword and a dagger and crouch into a
fighting stance.
The Drow sneered at him, and rushed forward, swords flashing. Gray parried the blades, feinted
with his sword and quickly slashed his dagger across the Drow's right arm. The Drow backed up, and began
circling Gray. He took in Gray's fighting stance, the quality of his blades, and the ease with which he had
just been wounded, and changed his mind about how to fight this faerie.