We left early for the dungeon the next morning. Fully rested we trudged to West-gate in Altamire, a section of the city Dalmas, dodging guards as we went. If one spotted me we would never get through.
"Halt! State your business!" a guard shouted at us with a voice as rough as a dragon scale
"We are adventurers, set for a..." the paladin shouted, almost giving away our quest, so I did the sensible thing. I put my pale hand over his big mouth.
"We are adventurers, that is true, but the quest we are on is none of your business. now open the gates." looking him straight in the eyes. This was a trick I got from my vampuric blood. Hypnosis works well on Idiots like guards.
"OPEN THE GATES!" the guard shouted to another.
The gates opened and we hurried through. Plains opened up in front of us. We marched forward into the open. Half a mile and I heard a sound. A hiss.
"Did you here that? That hissing noise. sounds like another skeleton"
As I said that a skeletal hand erupted from the ground. I swung my hand-and-a-half sword, drinker, at the skull that was rising from the earth. I cleaved It in half and swung at a second. The head fell off and spiders crawled out of its black eyes and disappeared. Jason was sending a wave of positive energy to destroy the skeletons. Pain coursed through my body.
"Jason! Stop it! NOW!" I screamed.
The pain stoped.
"Thank you. lets move on."
we went on, the dry plains turning into a marsh. My father would love this place. We saw a tall door that had been attacked many times. And a symbol was on the door. My father's symbol. the time has come.
