He who swam with ghost. The door with a slam smashed the floor the woman and child cried louder than before. Spells were hurled, the door barely scorched, it seemed that it would never budge until Darvin stepped forth. He held the door as the water did pour, our lungs without air we were surely done for. Soaking wet, we swam for our lives. The woman, children and ghost on the other side. The orc ran forth, pulling Darvin away, yet she shook his head and vowed that he would stay. So the door dropped, the trap they had sprung. Darvin, brave Darvin swam with little air in his lungs. He went through the pipe, looking for the disarm as the bubbles slowly left his longs he struggled not to be alarmed. Fail, fail his rolls would not succeed until finally the ghost returned and said 'Allow me' The ghost guided him, in the dark through the water. Then with his remaining breath his know why he had bothered. The level was pulled, the trap was over. Soon Darvin's team would return. His heroics taller than any mountain. Yet for all of his heroics Marit would still say 'Why'd you push me in that fountain?'
