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Halfling footsteps fall unheard on the floor of the darkened hallway. Mouse brushes the cobwebs away with his short sword revealing dwarven script on the walls, darkness, and more cobwebs. The hall eventually leads to a set of opened double doors and a staircase leading down from them into a large darkened hall. With a torch lit in front of him mouse descends the stairs scanning the largely unlit room, but seeing only shadows play against the walls and floor. A few rocks skit out from his footfalls down the stairs, breaking the silence of the barrel-vaulted chamber. A few statues of ancient dwarven heroes stare down at mouse from their perches. Imposing figures they are, swords, axes, polearms, and armor to be dreamed of adorn the stone sentinels. The doors behind Mouse slammed shut of their own accord, and the sound that they made was a deafening roar. Whipping around to view the happenings, Mouse caught eye of something more than shadow slinking about the right hand side of the room. Darting to the left, pulling his dark cloak about him Mouse took to the shadows. He watched as the form of the Dauthi warrior emerged formlessly from the shadows to form its more humanoid shape. Creatures as much shadow as physical; they are servants of Phobos. The Dauthi's eyes narrow upon the sight of where the halfling once stood. Mouse watched the tall obsidian skinned warrior garbed in blacks and grays reveal its silver taloned fingers, as its eyes turned from sickly dead white to red. The warrior sniffed at the air trying to catch Mouse's scent. Mouse knew that action was needed, else he would die here like the dwarven peoples did centuries ago. Reaching silently to his pouch at his waist, he pulled forth a vial with a clear liquid inside. Hurling it across the room it shatters on the floor, and the scent of a great stag fills the room. The Dauthi's eyes dart to the vial, and just as quickly as the scent caught his nose he was recoiled by it, starting back to the far doorway that had not been opened yet. With a final scan of the room, the Dauthi faded to shadow and poured through the door like so much a ghost. Mouse collapsed against the wall landing next to the skull of some other not so lucky adventurer. With a sigh of relief he nodded to the skull as if it would nod back. "I see this is as far as you got." Mouse spoke, receiving no answer, "Well maybe I’ll outwit these halls some other day..." With that, Mouse started back to the open air of outside. "Daedalus is a strange place ... I may need help here if I am to uncover the mysteries of all this." Walking through the foot deep snow, Mouse looked up to the thick black clouds above and the lightning that licks its outer edges. Great ravens hover in the sky, like some dark wind swirling. The snow falls.
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