This scene was originally written within Google Wave. The scene has been transcribed here for completeness, and has been edited where required.

The original Wave was first used as a test bed to allow the players to get to grips with the mechanisms of Google Wave, including any usage of maps, as well as getting used to the rules for the game. Goblins and a Guard Drake were used as simple enemies, with no real plot ot storyline surrounding them. However, we quickly decided to use this as a launching pad for the rest of the story and in our minds changed the goblins to bandits and the drake to a guard dog. The transcription here takes quite an artistic licence in re-representing this Wave, using the same actions, but with different enemies.

This scene has been split into two, with the storyline transcribed here. The subsequent combat, albeit short, is in the next scene.

The original Wave is now lost with the demise of Google Wave, but the PDF extract of that original scene is provided here.

Tradden looked like he had thoroughly enjoyed repulsing the bat swarm.

‘Well, that went better than the last time we had a scrap, eh, Zero?’ He turned to the dwarven warlord. ‘Your presence was gladly appreciated, sir. I only wish you had been there when a dog was taking chunks out of myself and Mr Uhlit here,’ he continued. ‘Although, how did you arrive at your previous predicament of being tied up in a cellar?’ he asked the dwarf.

‘Er… yes… well, seems a couple of bandits caught me napping, er… not sure how that happened…’ Khalin quickly regained his composure and changed the subject. ‘And your presence is greatly appreciated also, friends! Now, a dog you say? I saw no hounds before.’

Zero brushed himself down madly. When he realised there were no more little vampires on him, he examined his shredded shirt. He looked like he was going to cry.

Tradden noted the obvious grief on Zero’s face as he held up shred after shred of shirt, ‘Not to worry my friend - I am a keen follower of fashion and clothes and if I am not mistaken that is a Hebbleweaver Brothers’ Twenty-Five Bronze special. Easily replaceable!’ he said cheerfully, his youth and inexperience blinding him to the horrific lack of tact in the comment, be it true or not.

‘Well,’ reasoned Tradden, ‘the bats must have their own way in and out which is not the trapdoor. Seems to make sense to follow them. May I suggest you and your trusty shield lead on, Master Dwarf? I shall gladly follow and no doubt my nimble friend Zero will protect our rear?’

Tradden moved to one side to let Khalin take point.

Zero slipped into the lead before the dwarf could move.

‘I know I’m going to regret this,’ he said, ‘but this is kind of my forte.’

Keeping his eyes open, he crept northwards.

‘Just get ready to wallop anything that isn’t me, would you?’

‘Fair enough’, said Tradden as Zero headed past. ‘In which case, I shall take the rear!’ he laughed to himself as he held the torch up, ready to follow Zero and Khalin whilst keeping a keen eye and ear for anything that might be following them.

Khalin raised a curious eyebrow in Tradden’s direction, shrugged, and followed Zero.

Zero halted. ‘Larger chamber up ahead,’ he whispered to his companions. ‘Watch your footing, it’s getting wetter.’

He crept forward very cautiously, testing with his toes before committing each foot to the ground. He didn’t want to plunge into a well or worse, a pit trap.

‘Hmm,’ said Tradden after taking a quick view over his shoulder away from the passage behind them. ‘Too big to jump and I don’t fancy a down-and-up. Any thoughts?’

Zero appraised the athletic Tradden.

‘You can’t make a ten foot jump?’ he queried. ‘Why, I’ve seen you move like a gazelle.’

‘Really, you think?’ replied Tradden to Zero. Never one to usually lack confidence, the compliment was all the young fighter needed to impel him into action. ‘In which case…’ he continued, jogging back three or four yards to get a running start, ‘watch this!’

The run up was quickly taken and Tradden leapt like, well, like a gazelle, through the air, even managing to twist once for good effect at the pinnacle of the arc, the flickering light of the torch playing up and down the length of the sword occupying his other hand, illuminating the dank walls of the passageway with a gleaming, elongated, rainbow ‘S’ shape throughout his aerial crossing.

Resisting the urge to land in a roll given the filth on the floor, Tradden nevertheless landed safely and lightly on the other side. ‘Easy. Next!’ he laughed.

Tradden picked up wholly the wrong end of the metaphorical stick, taking the widening of Zero’s eyes to be tacit appreciation of his athletic traversal of the pit. ‘Thank you, thank you…’ he exclaimed as he took a flourishing bow, his back still to the oncoming owners of the various pairs of eyes.

‘Aha! The game’s afoot!’ grinned Khalin as he spotted the eyes coming into view. ‘Stand by, Master Tradden! And don’t worry, Mister Nothing, you won’t have to toss me!’

Backing up for a clear run-up, the stocky dwarf galloped up to the gap and leapt!

‘Geronimo!’ he yelled with gusto as he arced into the void…

Showing remarkable grace for …well, a dwarf …Khalin executed a perfect landing and quickly brought his hammer and shield up for the impending attack.

Standing aside for the dwarf, who soared past with a leap which belied his diminutive stature and the amount of steel about his person, Tradden suddenly realised that something was indeed afoot as Khalin adopted a combat stance behind him.

A wall sconce on the left hand side at the end of the passageway was perfect for Tradden’s torch. He slid it in and then drew his other blade.

[…continued in Book #01, Prelude, Scene #05…]