Dark Cities of Dark Elves

We’ve been in these tunnels for two weeks, but I have yet to venture out of our cavern. When the others decided to attempt the bridge over the abyss and head towards the dark city, I had expected Reinys to step forward and lead the way like she always did. But this time, she stepped back, pushing Miz and I to the front to lead. After our encounters with the Drow, Miz was hesitant, what little she had of her identity could easily be taken away from her if she left the safety of our home, so I took the lead, charging headlong into everything like I always did.
 
The dwarf and the sailor were strong, but it was soon apparent to me how little their strength actually mattered when there were tasks to complete. They were masters of their crafts, but pure brute strength was not something they had. I got us safely over the wall and into the city, but I would soon find out what else I would be saving the others from.
 
For all the great work that the dwarf does, he may let a small notion of fear decide his actions. We had to argue over something as simple as boots, only to be left in the middle of the street fighting undead that would be much better handled by our paladin, but we didn’t have a choice.
 
For the first time since I gained the aspect of the hydra, I called on that power, using it to continue on in the fight against the wraith and its minions. The others stared in awe for a moment as the hydra weaved around my limbs, its many heads growing and glowing with its power. With that power and my burning sword, I felt unstoppable for just a moment.
 
When the hoards of empty soldiers came, we chose to leave the dark city. Something was going on here that was beyond our knowledge and our capabilities to fight. Even barbarians must bow to power in numbers. The numbers that marched through the city was one of the greatest armies that I had ever seen, far outnumbering what I had seen in other Drow cities. But no city I had ever seen could compare to the grandeur that lay hidden in the mist.