<span style="font-weight: bold">Eilnear:</span><br/>You charge ferociously, swinging your axe with great strength - but your hurt shoulders refuse to work properly and you almost fall on your feet at the unexpected surge of pain. As you lose your momentum, your opponent grasps the opportunity, dodging and unleashing a quick sequence of blind, ferocious attacks. Fast to recover your concentration, you easily parry the streak of blows, waiting for the opportunity to counter-attack as the wooden bludgeon loses splinter after splinter clashing against your serrated defence. Yet, once more, you're not blessed with luck; when you decide to seize the initiative and attempt your decisive blow, the creature manages to land a painful blow on your flank. Surely it will be the last one, as a powerful rotation of your axe cuts off his arm, right before wedging into his chest. With a last gurgling moan, the creature collapses on the ground, bleeding profusely.<br/>...<span style="font-style: italic">That </span>did hurt, too. You're not losing blood and no bone seems broken at first, but this encounter has surely left you some serious bruises at the very least.<br/><span style="color: #FF0000"><br/>[A little side note: The rather unlucky roll was anyway sufficient with your bonuses to grant a Partial Success ^^]<br/></span><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><br/>Salla &amp; Alyssa:</span><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">Salla:</span></span>The lantern's light quickly reveals everything in the room to your sight.<br/>Mountains of dark and rusty cages are piled or hanging everywhere. They seem to be man-sized for the most part; also, under the veil of rust and dirt, most of them reveal quite elegant and tasteful craftsmanship. They look (or they'd look were they polished and renewed) the kind of cage a wealthy aristocratic woul exhibit his rare birds with - well, except for the size.<br/>You also see the heap of wax and candles on the opposite wall, which Alyssa is currently examinating, and something that seems to be a pile of dirty old rags at its side.<br/>There's assorted and useless gearing and scrap metal everywhere, and then there are these chains ... chains cluttering the floor, chains hanging from the ceiling ... Ah, yes, you only now turn your attention to the ceil-<span style="font-style: italic">WHAT IS THAT THING</span><br/>You see<span style="font-style: italic">it</span>only for a moment, before it disappears in the shadows of the clumbered ceiling - it moves incredibly quickly -, but you're sure it was looking at-<span style="font-style: italic">pointing </span>at- Alyssa. The<span style="font-style: italic">thing </span>was large - long, snake-like and pale-, but it moved too fast for you to catch any other feature.