Sammy the Not So Nimble (1)

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Copyright 2008 C.K. Goh. All rights reserved.

All characters in this story are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

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The room was dimly lit by the lone torch that hung on the wall. Two wooden chests could be seen at the far end of the room, just barely. And a closed door.

The adventurers stood beside the door leading into the room, hesitating to enter yet knowing they had to, for their objective lay behind that closed door.

Bodies of their enemy lay unmoving in the room they just cleared. Goblin corpses fast turning cold. They have come into this dungeon looking for the leader of these goblins. When they find this leader, they intend to end its life and its reign of terror.

The nearby villagers had suffered enough.

"What are we waiting for? I ain't got all day," the fiery temper elfmaiden said suddenly.

"Patience Phancenolara, we are assessing the situation," said the human cleric calmly.

"What's there to assess, Hondrel? An empty room and two chests for our taking, we go over, loot the chests and open that door, simple," the impatient mage returned.

Before Hondrel Silverfaith, the leader of the team, could reply, his comrade the 8 feet tall human fighter said in his deep low voice,

"Too quiet."

"I agree, too quiet indeed," said a small voice somewhere around Chango's waist.

Chango Mighthammer, not an inch of fat on his 8 feet muscle bulging physique, looked down and saw the halfling Saminora Swiftfoot peering intently into the room, he had no idea when the rogue came to stand by him.

He wasn't surprised though, with their 4 feet maximum height and their nature born dexterity as well as the ability to see in the dark, halflings could be real stealthy.

"I suspect there would be traps or ambush, or both, Sammy, would you mind..."

Before Hondrel could finish his sentence, Saminora piped in,

"Say no more, I am on my way."

The cleric saw the halfling melted into the shadow as only rogue could, Sammy had gone into the room to scout it out.

"Gotta admit she is good at this stealth stuff, though her trap finding and disarming skills are..." Phancenolara commented unkindly.

"Be nice, Phancy," rumbled Chango.

"I am just telling as it..."

Before Phancenolara could finish her sentence, there was that sound of sliding slab followed by a soft yelp and a dull thud.

The rogue has disappeared, fallen into a pit trap not 3 feet away.

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(to be continued...)

Edited on 13th August 2012, fixed typo and added link.
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