Sevarian was running for all he could. The black magi reached a small chamber, filled with pools of water to either side, illuminated by multiple sets of brazen torches across the wall, and with a single exit and door around five feet up the wall ahead of them.
A shadowy figure emerged in the small doorway up ahead, kneeling down as he reached ahead, extending his arm to Sevarian.

"Catch my hand, master! I'm here!"

The shadowy acolyte called out to Sevarian whom immedatiate clutched the hand of the shadowy initiate, allowing himself to be raised up to the exit point by the mysterious helper. Serphia and Vashi soon entered the room after them, at which Sevarian whom had successfully scaled the ledge previously turned around and raised his hand to greet them.

"Welcome, and congratulations, dear ancient masters of Kalimdor. I see you have at last reached my dear parlor!" Sevarian said with a proud voice as he graciously bowed to Serphia and Vashi as both the Night Elves entered the room after him. 
"It makes me soo happy to know that you'll be staying with us. For a moment, I thought you had no intention of joining us here, in our... illustrious lair, haha."

The waters around them suddenly became disturbed. Emerging from the pools on both sides, skeletal bones and fins suddenly emerged from the muddled waters on both sides. Scrambling at the feet of Serphia and Vashi like critters, they passed the tall elves to erect themselves at the entrance behind them; beginning to form a skeletal barrier of bones and femurs behind the two Night Elves, effectively blocking their path of escape.

But even worse lay yet infront of them.

Emerging from a water chasm up ahead in the narrow room was something else. A creation made out of bone. With the head of a goat, yet the shoulder width of a gorrilla consisting of a collection of cattle, it emerged. A large, skeletal creation arose from the pool ahead of the two elves. Its eyes glowing with a deep green light, it illumated its skeletal head with a cursed, green hue, shadowing the hysterical rage behind it all. The entire creature walked around like a four limbed monkey, with two heavy skeletal forearms and small hind legs, complimented with the skull of a goat. It seemed more like the result of a Necromancer toying around with the bows left behind by a slaughterhouse rather than a cemetary.

All around them, even more creatures of necromantic design began to arose from the filthy waters. Skeletal minions, consisting of cow and chicken bones, with razor sharp claws ascended from the dark depths, and with peering eyes the observed Serphi and Vashi, as though if they had been just served their feast.

"Come minions! Gorge yourself in the glorious slaughter, renew your vigor in the blood of the intruders!" Sounded Sevarians voice across the room, before the evil Sorcerer flicked his wrist, and suddenly the braziers on the walls were extinguished set for set, until the whole room was blackened, except for the green eyes of the undead minions, and the silverly eyes of the Night Elves.

"Let the feast begin, my darling children! Let the feast begin! Fresh meat is served, gorge yourselves in this feast of agony!" The sorcerer's mad voice sounded across the room as the clattering of bones against brick could be heard all around Serphia and Vashi as they were trapped in the total darkness of the room. A bellowing, gutteral roar was sounded from the great creature ahead, hidden in the shadows; before it was followed by heavy steps against the ground, presumably from said skeletal monstrosity. 

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“Teleport us out of the sewer. You can do that, can’t you? Can’t you!?”

Sharon threw Liaena an utterly confused look, as the High Elf struggled to get a clear view of the situation. Liaena had just stitched one of the Night Elves to the wall, and was now screaming at him with all urgency to get them out of the sewer?

"By the light, what is going on?!"

"Yes, I heard the noise. I don't think she's alright." Lord Greymoon added, throwing a look at Shani whom despite the numerous darts inearthed in her body, gazed at them with an almost joyful glee.

"But what about Rithrynn, Serphia?"

"DO IT! NOOOOW!"

Liaena's frenzied response made Sharon shamble with his staff as he attempted to remember the incantations for the spell. But as the High Elf struggled to bring out the incantation, another figure began to rise from the water in the cistern. Emerging from the filthy pool, a filthy, drenched robed man rose from the water. He was covered in wool and linen from top to toe, wearing a ragged linen cloak and coil. 

"Nice work, Janice. Good to see you saved some for me." The person spoke with a gutteral voice, drenched in filth and mud as he stepped up from the cistern and reached into his cloak. Sharon turned around just in time to see the stranger retract two metallic silver stars from his cloak, before launching them at the High Elf. Sharon immediately interrupted his own incantation to summon a warden to send one of the throwing stars astray. The other one, however, missed the elf's barrier, and embedded itself into Sharon's cuirass, causing the elf to stumble back, but did not penetrate deep enough to cause serious wound.

The figure leaped from the edge of the water onto the shore, sprinting towards the group with utmost haste.

Greymoon drew a silver dagger from his belt in his defense, but the rogue was too far away for the old gentleman to interfere. The sickly man leaped at Sharon, but the High Elf managed to draw his own sword to parry the blade of the mysterious assailant, creating a small space between the two.

In the meantime, 'Shani' gazed at Liaena. A sickening, wicked smile endowing her lips despite the numerous drugs that currently coursed through the Night Elf's veins. Leaning her head back as if to laugh, she opened her mouth.
Within the blink of an eye, the shadowy figure of the banshee appeared once more out of Shani; immediately emerging a few steps ahead, right infront of Liaena. Shooting her hand right up to Liaena's throat, the banshee clutched her long fingers around the human's neck, rising her a few feet above the ground.

"Hiiiiiiiiiiiiii.... darling. What a pleasure it is to meet again, hahahaha!" The banshee let out a manical laughter as it eyed Liaena, face to face. Her ethereal fingers were like icecubes, emitting a steely cold that turned the patch of skin the ghost touched pale.
"How about you and I go for a ride?"

And with that, the banshee, Janice, suddenly floated out across the cister; with Liaena clutched in hand as they levitated across the muddy, dark waters of the sewer. The banshee eyed the little girl like her long lost prize, giving her a wicked smile the further and further they went from Sharon and Greymoon.

"I love the moment, when the innocent watches the defenseless get slain. Hah-hahahaa!" The banshee laughed hysterically as they passed over the waters.
"It almost reminds me of myself, mhmheh... heheheh!"