User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2014-2015/@comment-9204260-20150125201112

Folderol smirked as he held the amulet in one hoof. He then stashed it in a robe pocket and started towards another door, and the two beside him followed.

Halfway to the door, however, all the torches were suddenly snuffed out simultaneously. Only a few rays of moonlight crept in through a glass dome on the ceiling to illuminate the room. Folderol stopped walking, and the two guards immediately lept forward at him.

"Wait... such ist not mine doing..." he said, eyes darting about the poorly-lit room.

A moment later, a voice came from another part of the room, immediately causing Folderol and the guards to turn their heads to it.

"Of course not... it's mine." the voice chuckled.

"Shaitan... thou dare come here?" Folderol incredulously replied, immediately recognizing the voice.

"But of course..." Shaitan invisibly grinned.

One of the guards, however, then spoke up. "Thou hath none authorization to transgress into these halls. Leave immediately."

"Well, then my trip would be in vain, wouldn't it?" his voice grew closer but remained in an unlit corner of the room.

The two guards swiftly withdrew their crossbows and fired at the source of the noise. A pained groan came soon after.

"...ugh... come, now, you think you two meager guards are enough to defeat me ?" he groaned. Suddenly, three unseen javelins shot out at all three- Folderol and both guards. The two guards' armor was punched right through by them, and the guards were speared through. With groans, they collapsed forward into the area illuminated by the moon.

The javelin towards Folderol, however, speared him through the shoulder, and he cried out in pain. "You..." he growled painedly.