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You continue slowly into the chamber, remaining wary. As you cross the room, you catch sight of an archway at the end, an archway to bare, dressed stone. Base to cap, it is covered in dwarven runes, and the capstone itself is inscribed with the mace-and-boot emblem of Marthammor Duin, the Finder of Trails.

The center of the chamber has a ceiling nearly thirty feet high. As you gaze about, Qayan and Gron'rindul both catch sight of a figure crouching high atop a tumbled-down stack of stone, just below the ceiling. Covered in grey fur, it crouches low and watches the group intently.

Shouting to distract the monster from Khasar, Gron'rindul moves in, drawing forth his wand, and touches it to Khasars form. Softly speaking "Hasark", the healing magics flow through the wand into Khasar's mangled form, restoring some semblance of life and staunching the flow of blood.

Lowering his smoking pistol calmly, Qayan watches impassively as his good friend is cut down before him. Noting Gron’s intent to assist Khasar and the resolve in Valarion’s eyes, the tiefling nods grimly and draws his blade.

“Here brute! I am your new foe now …” Qayan stabs at the creature, thinking he had a clean hit...yet his blow strikes empty air. The creature seems to shift before him, moving from place to place without actually taking any steps.

The creature turns, flicking a bit of blood from the bullet wound that seems to have had little effect, and launches a series of attacks against Qayan. Dodging a claw, turning another aside by bare inches with his blade, Qayan still suffers the blows of the creature, and a bite to the shoulder. He ducks away just before the creature is able to get a solid grip, his intent to try to tear Qayan apart as he did Khasar quite plain.

Frightened by the power this creature displays, Zanas takes aim and fires her crossbow once, then turning without even looking to see that the blow had struck home, she darts out of the room.

Gron'rindul shouts, "Valarion, start hitting it with something that will actually hurt it! Khasar, get out of there - roll away if necessary! Qayan, let's start the retreat!"

"Hurting it would be easier if I can get a clear path to it!" Valarion calls out as he incants a different word, and blue force missiles streak across the chamber and strike the creature. The blue streaks slam into the creature, leaving burns upon it's flesh.

Gron'rindul watches the creature intently, preparing to defend his comrades, and withdraw behind the last of them. Sensing his comrades leaving him, Qayan dodges another savage claw and then falls backwards into a roll. Somersaulting end-over-end and springing nimbly back up to his toes, the tiefling turns and breaks into a run allowing Gron to bring up the rear. Snatching a phial from his waistline, the tiefling quaffs a potion as he bids a hasty retreat.
Confused and in pain, Khasar trusts his companion and does as he is bid.

Rolling away from the beast Khasar looks morre like he is trying to put out a fire than avoid any attacks that might be directed his way. He earns another sharp claw blow across his back for the troubles, and limping, bleeding, stumbles out of the chamber.

Striding backwards, not quite fending off another claw strike, Gron'rindul makes his way to the entrance to the chamber. The creature crouches down, then leaps upon Gron'rindul bodily, bearing him down to the ground. Clawing savagely, metal, leather and flesh are all torn asunder. Still crouched with it's four front paws upon his body, the creature gazes out at those of you gathered beyond the rough stone arch, tensing as if to leap at you once more, and so heavily bloodspattered that there is no doubt as to the condition of the dwarf underneith him...he could not have survived it.

"It's a creature of the Shadows! Don't let it trick you! We must get to the surface!" Zanas urges her companions onward as she darts into the far tunnel.

In turn, Valarion Qayan and Khasar follow...Khasar beginning to labor from the loss of blood and constricted by the armor he bears. The creature shoots out of the rubble-strewn hallway, darts across the room with frightening speed, and then begins to squeeze into the tunnel behind you. Khasar can almost feel the creature's breath on the back of his neck.