Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140206023248/@comment-12599067-20140218014905

Jack took the lead once he was sure nothing would leap out them, using his shortsword to cut through any spiderwebs that were in their way. Taking care to tread quietly, he brought the group to a staircase at the opposite end of the room, which was lit only by a single torch that flickered with a dim light at the bottom of the stairs. Quietly creeping down the steps, he stopped at the bottom of the steps to discover a necromancer standing guard outside of a wooden door, whistling an unfamiliar tune.

A knife sailed through the air and lodged into the warlock's throught, causing him to let out a choked cry before he slumped to the ground. Jack quietly stepped over to the door and took back his knife, then silently pulled open the door just enough to peek inside. Tables and bookshelves hugged the walls, with books, alchemical ingredients, and necromantic items cluttering the shelves and tables. A small group of necromancers, with undead orcs accompanying them, sat around the brazier that was in the middle of the room, talking quietly amongst one another about some unknown subject.

"So who wants the first shot?" Jack asked, quietly stepping away from the door and back to the group, which also led him out of the necromancers' earshot.