So I want to share the horrid story of Halda the Gold-Dwarf Barbarian.
Halda, a lovely woman by dwarven standards, was moping about the tavern of Loudwater. She was minding her own business, as much as a barbarian Dwarf can be expected to mind their own business, when the walls of the tavern exploded in. To her delight in poured a wave of drow - It seemed, after a moment, they were pursuing a single Drow only. Conflict exploded in her - Slaughter them all, or all except one? She decided that there was nothing that could come good out of Drow chasing Drow, and if they were on the surface that meant the runner was an Escapee. So she pulled her executioners axe from it's place besides the two empty kegs she'd finished earlier and dashed into the fray - Indeed, while she'd been hesitating, a gnoll, eladrin, gensai, and elf had burst onto the scene and were reaping havoc on the Assasins. Eventually the force lay decimated and bloody on the tavern floor. Weary, but thoroughly pleased, she settled back to drink while the establishment began the long process of cleaning up. However she was soon recruited by the town to go ona quest that promised the blood of many a creature on her decorated axe. So she left Loudwater with the party who she'd fought beside the day before, a Gnoll Ranger, Eladrin Wizard, Gensai Swordmage, Drow Rouge, and Elf Cleric. The journey to the ruins of an ancient city took many a day, and their rations were low byt he time they arrived at the one monestary and inn outside the ruins. Weary, the took their rest. The next night the party met with a woman in the ruins, her visage gohstly - and Ancient Elf of the old city, turned undead by time. Halda took the initiative.
"We are looking for the location of a woman, the wife of Gorryn Marshallan." The visage turned to Halda and smiled. "She is north, through the portals in the towers." Next, the Drow spoke.
"Where is the entrance to the tower?" An apparition appeared in the air, an aerial map of the terrain and the location of the entrance. So the group began the trip that would be Halda's demise. They came to the entrance of the towers, and down the stairs there was a room of portals. The silence was deafening. The rouge, after determining the safety, stepped inside. She followed, and the rest of the party came after her. In front of them lay three passages. The group spoke with each other, and they decided to go down the center. The rouge, though looking about, missed the trigger of a trap - and fell through the floor. A little scratched up, but not to terribly hurt, the rouge came back up - and fell through another hole. Halda, after fishing out the apparently dense rogue, took out her spare axe. Ever step she beat the ground, triggering all the pit falls. The way was clear. In front of her, she saw a green glow in the shape of a skull. It was twice her size, and the center was swallowed by pitch blackness. Curious, Halda thumped the floor in front of her. IT was solid. She stepped forward - and she was suddenly fascinated. She walked toward the skull, ignoring her parties cries. She wanted to touch it. She wanted to go inside it. She walked through.
When Halda woke back up, she was naked in a stone room. In front of her was a Singe statue. Feeling tired, bust knowing something was wrong and that she had to get moving, she began to explore the room. The only exit, she found, was on the other side of the statue. The closer the got to the stone work, the weaker she felt. Desperate to get free, eventually Halda forced herself past the statue. She was so week by then time she got past it, she fell to the ground - and died.
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Damnit.
Oh yeh, btw, her armor went to a room back in that corridor... the party took it.
Rofl, I'm to lazy to make a better story out of it.