Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140503020704/@comment-5543592-20140511203917

Efmrider wrote: (Sigh...slow day...) (Fine, here's a plot turn.)

As the group moved down the tunnel they heard a voice call behind them.

"Here, you fools."

The old man was standing at the far end of the hallway, directly beneath the trap door.

Eckbert drew his sword, turned, and charged.

"Eckbert, stop!" Cried Anaril.

When Eckbert was halfway there the old man sighed, as if he had seen this all before. He conjured a fireball in one hand and blasted it at the ceiling. There was a rumble and the ceiling crashed down, unsetttling dust everywhere, and knocking everyone off their feet.

When the dirt settled and everyone's vision recovered the entire back end of the tunnel had collapsed on top of Eckbert. Above his knees down was buried in tons of rubble. On top of that, now, the only way was forward.