Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20150328222815/@comment-12599067-20150330231549

Clarent arched an eyebrow as he read over the note, then smiled as an odd thought struck him. Almost like a welcome home gift, he thought to himself as he set the note back on the table and took a step forwards to take another look around the central chamber. Well, it's a start.

Clarent headed down the steps and over towards the very center of the room. He had just made it to the middle of the chamber and was about to start taking inventory of what this "Dace" had left behind when his attention was suddenly turned back to the chamber's entrance. He gazed back at the puzzle door, his every muscle now tense and ready to launch himself out of the room the moment something showed itself.

After a long moment of quiet, Clarent eased up a little and turned his attention back to taking inventory. Probably just Skeevers, he dismissed it. He continued looking through what Dace had left behind before he suddenly locked up. Very slowly, he turned his attention back to the puzzle door, a feeling of sheer terror rising up in his throat.

He had closed that door.

Clarent saw the glint of the arrow a little too late. He tried to move aside, but it still grazed his arm, earning a cry of pain from the mage.

"Shit!" the mage cursed, clutching his arm in pain. He looked out into the darkness, trying to see his attacker. He already knew who it was, of course, but couldn't see whether or not it was coming towards him. He didn't see it, so he opted to head for the back exit. He didn't see or hear a second arrow coming towards him, but he assumed there probably wasn't a second one coming. The last two times, it had come to face him head on.

Clarent intended to be gone before it came to that.

So the mage bolted out the back exit as fast as he could, clutching his arm as he kept running. He didn't hear it coming behind him, but he didn't dare look back. He had escaped it twice, but the last two times he'd been out of striking range. Now that he knew it could use a bow, there was no way of knowing when and where the next attack would come from.

So he just kept running.