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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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This story is based on a table top RPG that was played, while the game was real (and great fun!), this story is fictitious and subjected to my whim and wicked imagination.
"Well, at least we can rule out ambush, if there was one, we would have been jumped by now," Saminora said while rubbing her bruised elbow.
Chango had lifted Saminora out of the pit trap with Hondrel and Phancenolara standing guard. The adventurers had recently met, they might not have known each other very long, but they knew what to do as a team to keep each other alive.
"Good thing the pit wasn't deep and not filled with sharp stuff, else you would be having more than bruises to show for your heroic dive."
"You said the nicest stuff, Phancy. Wonder how you would fare falling into a pit trap, fancy a dive yourself?" Saminora returned.
"Come on ladies, cut it off," admonished Hondrel, "Let me have a look at your injury Sammy," he said more kindly.
"She started it," Saminora mumbled. "I am fine Hondrel, I will just continue searching for traps now, you all best stay put."
Saminora trod lightly and looked about for signs of any more trap, now that stealth was not required, she could go about searching for traps faster.
Still it wasn't fast enough for the impatient mage.
"Can't you go any faster?" the elfmaiden asked as the halfling was bending down to have a closer look at something on the ground.
Annoyed, the rogue straightened and turned her scrutinising gaze on the mage and retorted, "if you think you could do this faster and better than I, feel free to take over."
The mage kept quiet, while she could manipulate the arcane force with ease, trap finding was beyond her. It's a speciality skill of the rogue. Seeing that the mage wasn't going to take up her offer, Saminora sneered, turned defiantly, walked a few steps forward.
And promptly sprang another trap causing her to fall head first into the pit!
"Impressive," said Phancenolara, amused.
"Damn it! I knew there's something funny about this tile, damn that mage for distracting me!" Saminora followed that with a string of swearing that would put the goblin to shame.
Again Chango lifted the rogue out of the trap. When the cleric offered his healing, Saminora didn't decline. Hondrel said a silent prayers and spreaded his hands over the injury. Warm blue glow surrounded the cuts and bruises and one by one they disappeared, the tissues mended, the wounds healed.
"How are you feeling?" Hondrel asked gently.
"Besides a bruised ego I am good as new. Thanks Hon, you are good at this," Saminora replied. In a small voice so the mage would not hear what she said, "Hondrel, I will be honest, I am just not very good at finding traps, but I can't bear springing another trap in front of Phancy. Please don't make me do it."
Keeping his voice low, Hondrel replied, "don't worry Sammy, we will think of something, why don't you be our rear guard for the time being?" Then standing up he addressed everyone,
"I think it's best we let Sammy rest for a while, I will make a beeline for the chests and then the door, follow my foot steps and don't walk elsewhere."
"I'll go first," Chango said.
It's not a request, it's just a statement. The fighter knew there were likely more traps, and among all of them, he was the one who could take a fall or two more than the others. He didn't wait for the others to respond, he started moving in a straight line towards the chests. Eager to be on the move, Phancenolara followed without a word. Hondrel helped the rogue up and followed at a cautious pace. Saminora took up the rear, keeping her distance.
"I only skipped one lesson on trap finding, ONE! I can't be that bad at trap finding..." Saminora pondered.
Suddenly something made her look up, she gave a sweeping glance with her keen eyes trying to determine what has broke her out of her musing. Her sight was drawn towards the tile Chango was about to step on.
Too late.
The floor split open underneath Chango and the fighter fell into the pit trap with a cry of surprise.
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