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Instinctively, I closed my eyes and braced myself for a shattering fall, but none came. Actually, I seemed to be... slowly floating to the ground. What was this, some perverse magic? I looked down, to see myself being slowly lowered to the second floor of Edgaar's cellar by some sort of... steel plate. How strange, I thought.
I didn't have time to ponder, however. A small squad of Krug had already occupied the cellar, two of them inspecting what looked to be a bricked-in doorway, and two others inspecting nearby barrels and sacks for anything of value. One of them looked up at the sound of grating metal, and opened his maw to alarm his comrades. He was just in time to recieve a sphere of fire to the back of his mouth, effectively charring his throat and burning through his spine. He fell to the floor, eyes transfixed and mouth permanately gaping.
His ally turned, and seeing me alight with a loud slam as the plate hit the rock of the floor, charged at me, yet I simply held out my dagger and let him impale himself upon it through the chest, and pulling out of his wound, I gave him another, this one situated through his eye.
The two seemingly half-deaf Krug spun about at the sound of their squadmate hitting the ground screaming, and I found myself squaring off with two Krug, one armed with a dull dagger, the other with a hammer. The paused, as though attempting to use some sort of tactics against me, but then threw all caution to the wind and both charged me. Taking advantage of their carelessness, I leapt backward a few feet, over the body of aforementioned fallen Krug, and the smaller of the two tripped over it, and sprawled flat on his face, where his larger friend nonchalantly stepped on his skull and caused his brain to erupt from the sides of his head.
This was no ordinary Krug. He was larger, and decorated with ceremonial war paint, not to mention, hefting his rusted hammer as though he had some notion of how to use it. Grasping my spell tome in one hand and my knife in the other, I felt a spark of energy erupt through my fingers and find its way to the Krug's chest, yet he barely faltered. I did, however, at his incredible perserverence. I stumbled backwards, falling over the two dead Krug, and found myself on my back, with a seven foot tall monster charging at me. Wonderful.
Yet in some sort of cruel twist of fate, this remaining Krug tripped over me, and, in a semblence of coordination, attempted to extend his arms in front of him to brace his bulk for the blow.
Unfortunately for him, he forgot about his hammer.
He hit the floor, and the rusted hammer pierced through his throat and out the back of his neck. After a few violent convulsions, he lay still, blood pooling under his head.
I sighed, and with a groan, heaved myself from the ground and looked about the cellar for anything of use. Nothing, from the looks of it. The Krug had cleared this place out. But, the bricked-in doorway... I turned, and walked over to the wall of ill-placed bricks in front of me. The cement has been most chiseled away... the Krug must've been hammering at it for hours. Wriggled some of the dull gray stones loose, I managed to create a hole large enough for me to crawl through. Struggling through, my shoulders chafing against rough stone, I fell face first into the tiled floor. Groaning, I pushed myself up and wiped the dust from my eyes to see that I had fallen into a... shrine?