It could be worse....I could be dead. Or in the hands of those nasty squid faced demons. Tebryn dragged himself from the pool of water and growled in pain as he realized he was more injured than he thought. He looked down at his side and grimaced as he saw the handle of a knife driven into his flesh. The drow gripped the handle and quickly pulled the blade from him. Blood flowed and ran into the pool of icy water. Nice parting gift. What a pancake. He crawled over to a large rock and sat up against it, appraising his situation. His memory was spotty at best. One of others....one he trusted had betrayed him. Then he ran. Ran like hell. The voices were still in his mind.....them. They had stolen his mind, hurt him and relished in that torture. All that remained now was the memory of her, driving that knife into him as they tried to escape. It was surprisingly warm this deep beneath the earth. Warmer than usual but the young dark elf welcomed the warmth after a frigid swim that lasted for several hours. His red tinted eyes scanned the cavern where he had washed in. Unfortunately all of his equipment had been washed away, save for his clothing and backup weapon. He took a moment to gather his thoughts and take stock of what little he did have. A decent sword. A dagger. Clothing. No reagents. No spellbook. No survival gear. That was going to make things even harder. Tebryn pulled himself up, clutching his wound to stem the blood loss. After a few moments of looking around the small cavern he found some moss that would suffice as a dressing. He packed it into his wound. It burned like hell but he figured it was better than bleeding to death. Gotta get out of here....before they find me. There were two exits from the cavern one led back to....he shuddered. The other seemed like it was the best course. Anywhere but back to them. With his sword in one hand he moved as quickly as he could down the tunnel. His senses told him that the floor was shifting upwards, the air was less dank and stale than he was accustomed to in the depths of the earth. He travelled for a while longer and slowly his vision shifted into the normal spectrum. It was getting lighter in the tunnel. The more he moved down the tunnel, the brighter the tunnel became. His eyes began to burn and water...brighter than anything he had ever seen. He stopped abruptly, glancing behind him through his watering eyes. The whispers...lots of them. His keen ears could hear the rustling robes on the ground. Then everything went black. They found me. Gotta get out of here.... The whispers came closer and he felt a blast of energy hit him dead on. The energy tore through him, attacking his mind and weakening his body. He pulled himself along the wall through the spell of darkness that enveloped him. The whispers still came closer and he moved faster. Tebryn exited the field of darkness only to have his eyes burn from the bright light pouring into the opening of the tunnel. He heard the crashing of waves and water far below. Unable to see and only knowing he had to escape, he rushed into the stinging light and jumped from the tunnel opening into the roaring ocean below.