Board Thread:Middle Earth Roleplays/@comment-25356210-20160317204100/@comment-25356210-20160401213446

Mercenary gets out a dull grey blade. Dull it may be, but strong and sharp.

"Let's go." The group descend into the temple. As soon as the group entered, they felt the musky, cold air; likely stagnant for many long centuries. Mercenary suddenly tackled Logan, who looks above himself to see darts flying. "You fool! Dart traps are every step of the way in these places." She looked at her side to see a crude dart draining her blood. "Ouch." She said devoid of pain. "Let me fix this, then we will continue..."