Slowly watching the cage doors open, the adventurer who slipped over the edge has moved out of sight. I can hear him shouting for help as the lumbering giant Drakes move for him, but I daren’t move closer to the edge for fear of falling.
‘Do you want to help?’
‘No, not yet’ I reply, conscious of my cowardice.
‘You sure?’ my friend asks while turning to face me, making me feel guilty.
‘OK let’s head down and run to the north wall and up the stones’.
With a nod my friend switches attunement’s and crackles over the edge with a spark of lightning. Lingering for just a second I leap down and send two illusions clattering into the creatures, causing enough of a distraction for me to change weapons and cast a chaos storm at their feet, sending them fleeing.
Jumping backwards I cast Chaos Armor and soak up the incoming damage. Now littered with boons I swap back to my sword, slashing frenziedly at the creatures as a Dragons Tooth suddenly appears overhead, smashing into them. Quickly ignoring their lifeless corpses we search for the helpless adventurer, but his body is nowhere to be seen.
‘Do you think he escaped or returned to the Waypoint?’
‘I’m not sure’ I respond, quickly casting my heal in case any more cage doors open.
‘Let’s get up the wall and around the outer edge’.
Mantling onto the first stones that jut out from the wall we leap onto the first chandelier that hangs precariously from the ceiling. With a wobble, I jump to the opposite side and begin to circle around a stone column that sees me high enough to jump onto another chandelier.
‘Are you keeping up?’ I ask with a wry smile.
‘Just’ my friend replies as he falls for a second time.
Making a final leap across the last chandeliers, I land safely on the opposite side and make several steps onto the platform above.
‘What do you think triggers the traps?’.
’I’m not sure? I’ve not been able to work that out yet’.
Slowly edging out onto a ledge that spans the upper limits of the room I creep onto the safety of the platform opposite and run up some nearby steps, sending the flames of a nearby torch flickering.
‘We’ve got to be near the top’
‘How do you know?’ my friend asks, still struggling to reach the final platform.
‘I can see the beam of light again and it’s so close to us’.
‘Can you see a path?’
Quite some way in front of me, lined by torches, a crumbling staircase leads upwards.