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Fallen Adventurer - Part 3
Written by: Muzzy34

As the adventurer was listening in to a conversation, he heard of the plan to destroy Mort'ton and the surrounding area, unsure of what to do to protect Mort'ton and the people living there. As he was thinking of what he needed to do, he heard distant footsteps coming from behind him. Listening, he heard them coming closer and closer. Soon, he couldn't hear the footsteps, due to his racing heart. Should he run ahead, possibly revealing himself to the people inside the room, or make a stand against the approaching person?

He blew out his torch and sneaked past the door. But the people that were inside were looking to the outside of the door. The men jumped out of their chairs, rushing to grab the intruder while yelling at the same time. The adventurer decideed to make a run for it; he could barely see the corridor that he was running through but was careful not to run into a wall. At last, he came to a split in the cave. One of the paths was lit more than the other, so he decided to run into that area. As he rushed into there, he noticed a pile of different materials. He stood there, not taking notice of the fast approaching men behind him. A man came up and grabbed him by the shoulder, forcing him to the ground. The guard started to beat him with a club. He is dragged, helplessly, to a room.

Unlike the previous jail cell, this was just an empty room, all by himself. There was one door out, but it was locked with what appears to be a complex locking system. All he had was his hands, and the rocks and dirt of the cave. He was somewhat experienced in picking locks, due to being an adventurer. But, before, he had always had tools to help him. Now, he had nothing to use, and was getting worried about the plan. He decided to try to unlock the door, so he approached the door. He took a look at the door, and started to pick around with it. One of the locks was rusted in place, and he couldn't make it budge. After he thought all hope was lost for survival, a large rock took the attention of the adventurer. He grabbed the rock, and carefully picked away at the rusted lock. The lock snapped off, and the door was unlocked. He rushed out of the door cell, making sure that no guard or man saw him make his escape.

As he rushed down the corridors, he navigated through to find the room that he was at before he was captured. As he ran, he passed the past jail cell, and he knew that the meeting room was up ahead. No one was currently in the meeting room, so he sneaked past. The storage room was up near the end of the passage, and he sneaked by, hoping to be clear for the room. He found the room and stood near the entrance, looking around. He noticed a few large boxes of explosive powder and two piles of two different materials nearby. He figured that those are to be mixed to produce a toxic gas that would wipe the town above.

He approached the explosive boxes and decided that he could move them around to lessen the effect of the blast if he couldn't stop it completely. He started to move around the boxes, placing some near the entrance and moving them to remote places of the hideout so the boxes wouldn't be set off. Figuring that the materials should not be handled with bare hands, he decided to find a bucket or any sort of container to transport. Looking around, he spotted a nearly rotten crate, and inside found a bucket to transport the materials. Transporting some to the meeting room, he figured that the plan was about to happen, and that he had done the best that he could do to stop the plan. He had no plan to stop yet, and went to transport the boxes of powder around the area, trying to avoid the footsteps that sometimes patrolled the halls. He went back into the room he was placed in earlier and rested for the time being, nervous about the plans of the group.