Post by thehebrewhammer on Jun 1, 2006 20:26:22 GMT -5
Gambit knew something was wrong as soon as he woke up. The caverns were silent, save for the gentle crackling of fires licking at the air. The den was never this quiet; it was populated by thieves. No matter how closely these men bonded, there would always be a thin layer of mistrust among them. Because of that, there were always whispers to be heard. There were no whispers anymore, and Gambit knew it before he even opened his eyes. He was on his feet a split second later, and the moment after that he had his bo staff in hand. He used the weapon to part the curtain marking the entrance to his chamber before craning his head out to look into the hallway. Nothing except for the torches that lit the way into the cavern. Were they being attacked by the Assassin’s Guild? Had the guards from Wundagore traced them back to their den?
Remy took off towards the entrance to the cave. Anything trying to attack them would have to go through the three or four men left at the entrance on guard duty. Had he failed to hear the alarm? Confusion racked Gambit’s mind as he continued to move through the empty hallway, each abandoned corridor compounding the nagging feeling he had about all of this. There was certainly no way that the front guard could have been compromised from the outside without the den being alerted. Gambit rounded the corner to the cave’s entrance and found himself skidding to a halt. Eyes opened wide as they beheld the sight at the cavern’s maw. All four of the men on guard duty lay dead on the ground. They all lay face down, and it didn’t take long for Gambit to realize that each and every one of them, these men that he had had lived and worked alongside, had been stabbed in the back. He slammed his eyes shut and bowed his head, making sure this was really happening. When he re-opened his eyes, he noticed something he had failed to on his way out. The poorly lit caverns had failed to reveal a thick trail of blood. But now the moon was casting its light down, and Gambit was all too aware of the crimson path…leading back into the den. That was when a shrill cry pierced the air.
Remy took off towards the entrance to the cave. Anything trying to attack them would have to go through the three or four men left at the entrance on guard duty. Had he failed to hear the alarm? Confusion racked Gambit’s mind as he continued to move through the empty hallway, each abandoned corridor compounding the nagging feeling he had about all of this. There was certainly no way that the front guard could have been compromised from the outside without the den being alerted. Gambit rounded the corner to the cave’s entrance and found himself skidding to a halt. Eyes opened wide as they beheld the sight at the cavern’s maw. All four of the men on guard duty lay dead on the ground. They all lay face down, and it didn’t take long for Gambit to realize that each and every one of them, these men that he had had lived and worked alongside, had been stabbed in the back. He slammed his eyes shut and bowed his head, making sure this was really happening. When he re-opened his eyes, he noticed something he had failed to on his way out. The poorly lit caverns had failed to reveal a thick trail of blood. But now the moon was casting its light down, and Gambit was all too aware of the crimson path…leading back into the den. That was when a shrill cry pierced the air.