...They throw open the door and charge head long into a hail of deadly crossbow bolts. As Gray and Willis close with their enemy, the knights switch weapons for close quarters combat; drawing sword and shield.
“Lets see how you deal with this!” Shouts Willis keeping his opponent at bay with the killing end of a long sharp pike.
The knight in green armor screams back, “For the Order of the Emerald Claw!” and exchanges blows with Willis pushing him back on his heals. Willis furiously trys to land a killing blow, but he is forced to take steps backward so that the tip of the knights sword dose not get within striking distance. The knight drives forward, guarding with his shield and pressing his attack.
Then, almost out of no-where, Grey steps in and cries, “Crusader’s STRIKE!”, dropping his target in one fell swoop. His mighty great sword cuts through the knight like a tin can and his body falls to the ground with a thud in two gory pieces.
Willis stands in amazement. He looks at Grey’s sword. He looks at his spear, “I’ve got to get me one of those”
The hero’s slaughter their remaining assailants and make for their escape. Along the way, they are bemused by the strange advanced technologies that work within the crumbling facility. Yet there is little time to study their surroundings. They must avoid fires and falling ruble, all of which is beginning to feel a little too familiar. Only this time, they battle through Emerald Claw knights and their undead cannon fodder, all the while being guided by an alien telepathic voice whom they have no choice but to trust for the moment.
Slicing and dicing their way through the armored goons and leaping over their fallen bodies the duo eventually come upon a half-elf man who sits propped against a wall, clutching a wound as blood from the gash slowly changes the color of his uniform. He is the only surviver of the Emerald Claw attack that they have come across and Willis decides he is worth saving.
“Well, as I live and breath, so the resurrection project worked. Of course, I wont be living and breathing much longer if I cant stop this bleeding.”
“If you will answer some questions I can see that your wound gets a proper bandage.” says Willis.
“That sounds agreeable, if you can manage not to do more harm than good with those hairy mits of yours.”
“You mentioned the resurrection project, what is it and who is in charge?” Asks Grey while Willis carefully wraps the mans ribs.
“I guess they didnt have time to tell you eh? Well Im not sure this is information I should be giving you, but I suppose you will find out sooner or later. You two have been dead for a while the Black Hand brought you back to life.”
Willis probs him for more information “From what I remember, the black hand is a terrorist group, why would they be interested in us?”
“I cant say” the half-elf’s reply is an obvious lie so Willis pulls the bandage tighter “Ouch! Theres no need for that, I’ll tell you what I know, but its not as if Im hiding anything. You two are powerful warriors and great leaders. Your contributions in the Last War won you some popularity and the black hand thinks your to valuable to let slip into the afterlife.”
Willis cocks an eyebrow “The Last War? To what do you refer?”.
“A lot has happened while you two where resting in peace” another rumble reminds them that the battle has not paused during their conversation, “Dragon above! Look, I’ll be happy to play 20 questions with you later, but for now I think it might be better if we got moving.”
Grey gives him the steely eye “How do we know we can trust you?”
“You think I can fight my way out of here without you? I can hardly move on my own, so I wont betray you for as least as long as it takes us to get out of here.” the half-elf glibly replys.
“Tell us your name” demands Willis.
The half-elf atempts a shallow bow “Sirvash d’Lyrandar at your service, though I forsook my house some time ago.”