Darst nods, and his eyes seem to shine the same way they did the previous night. He stealthily moves down the tunnel.
"No issues Izbahn Douvark" says Amrunelara noting Izbahn's emphasis on the word team. "This is one demon that will soon be returning to the abyss."
She draws her exquisite curved blade in a long drawn motion letting the light of Naomi's amulet catch it at just the right angle. She looks around for Darst hoping to inspire a bit of fear into the goblin only to notice that has already stalked off into the shadows.
Damn. He could betray us at any moment! Must not loose sight of him! The tall wirey elf sticks to the shadows as best she can, unaccustomed to being underground and missing the light of the stars already she tries to keep an eye on darst as best she can.
The goblin soon dissapears out of Amrunelara's sight. Her grip tightens on the hilt of her blade as she expects to feel the cold steel in her back at any moment.
"Can you tell us anything else about quasits? Demons are know for trickery, and we need to know what it might do."
"Can you tell us anything else about quasits? Demons are know for trickery, and we need to know what it might do."
Darst creeps back to Izbahn. He jumps out of the dark corners he's kept to right behind Moonlance, enjoying her inability to follow him. Anybody can tell that he loves the darkness. "There be's two sides tunnels up ahead, and a mains ones, too. Oh! One was bricked off, but smacked through."
Izbahn smiles at Darst, pleased at his skills. If Amrunelara wants to take care of Darst, she will have to find him first.
He whispers quietly to the goblin, "Darst, take us to that tunnel which was bricked off, I want to check that out."
Izbahn smiles at Darst, pleased at his skills. If Amrunelara wants to take care of Darst, she will have to find him first.
He whispers quietly to the goblin, "Darst, take us to that tunnel which was bricked off, I want to check that out."
The goblin grins. He moves through the tunnel.
For the first time today Venmirl feels excited and at peace with his duties.
He whispers quietly to the goblin, "Darst, take us to that tunnel which was bricked off, I want to check that out."
The side tunnel is much like Darst described it. It's on the left wall of the main tunnel and heads west. At the limit of the magical light emitted by Naomi's amulet, the tunnel seems to slowly turn north. The brick wall was built at the tunnel's opening. Only the left and right edge of the brick wall remains, as well plenty brick and mortar debris on the floor. Since most of this debris is to the west of what remains of the wall, it seems that what ever destroyed it wanted to go down the side tunnel rather then head out.
Izbahn points at Darst, and then points down the side corridor. Once he heads down there he motions for Amrunelara to follow him.
Darst nods, though he seems nervous about going off alone . He sneaks off down the side tunnel.
Amrunelara jumps and brings her blade round to bear as darst reappears behind her, she snarls lowering her blade slightly as the goblin hops off towards his master. I'd like to see you try that under the stars you wretched creature she thinks to her self.
Upon sighting the wall Amrunelara's first thought is to the destruction evident here, hoping that it wasnt a single creature that did this. As Izbahn motions for her to follow she frowns, not about to follow an armed goblin into a pitch black tunnel. "Whilst my sight is exceptional Izbahn, I have no goblin eyes. I need light, at least a little"
Assuming Izbahn or Naomi complies she heads down the tunnel after Darst keeping a firm grip on her sword as she keeps her eyes peeled for the sneaky goblin.
Izbahn watches Amrunelara react to the goblin, and casts his light cantrip on her and wonders if this was a good idea sending both of them down there together. Well it was too late now. No matter, they need to learn to work together, if not like each other.
Once Amrunelara has headed down he motions to the rest of the group, and heads down the tunnel following the elf warrior.
Izbahn watches Amrunelara react to the goblin, and casts his light cantrip on her and wonders if this was a good idea sending both of them down there together. Well it was too late now. No matter, they need to learn to work together, if not like each other.
Once Amrunelara has headed down he motions to the rest of the group, and heads down the tunnel following the elf warrior.
Crap. :P
Izbahn watches Amrunelara react to the goblin, and casts his light cantrip on her and wonders if this was a good idea sending both of them down there together. Well it was too late now. No matter, they need to learn to work together, if not like each other.
Once Amrunelara has headed down he motions to the rest of the group, and heads down the tunnel following the elf warrior.
Crap. :P
Izbahn watches Amrunelara react to the goblin, and casts his light cantrip on her and wonders if this was a good idea sending both of them down there together. Well it was too late now. No matter, they need to learn to work together, if not like each other.
Once Amrunelara has headed down he motions to the rest of the group, and heads down the tunnel following the elf warrior.
Crap. :P
The others follow Darst, from a distance, with the light enchanted elven warrior in front. As they all move further down this side tunnel they can't help but feel something that's hard to describe. It's a sort of dread, the fear of facing someone who's extremely angry and resentful toward you. Perhaps if you gave in to your own frustrations and anger, it would make you feel better ...
Izbahn creeps along, following Amrunelara passage along the tunnel passageway. He feels the fear growing on his soul, and thinks of his father, and how he was treated by him. His gaze flashes towards Amrunelara and her own reaction to his friendship to Darst. He remembers the look of rage on her face, masking her beauty as surely as if a bandage had been ripped off a pus filled wound. His own rage starts to build, and he starts to call forth a spell, to vent his...rage? Wait a moment, here , this is what Darst felt before!
He calls a halt to the group, and says in a hoarse voice, "Stop for a moment." He then starts to whisper a minor incanataion.
Darst stops. He glares at Moonlance. "Move it, elfy. You's too bright. You trying to gets us caughts?/ Or is you's dumber than you look?"
Naomi's knuckles go white as she clenches her mace tightly, trying to keep her emotions under control and stop herself before she releases them in a way that would hurt everyone. The image of Dramen with his throat slashed, being eaten by Nualia/Lamashtu...
Dammit, she had better control than this! She wouldn't give in, not yet, not here! She needed something to calm her down, but what? Two images overtake the previous ones: Dramen at the Last Home, looking well and unmarked by a blade. Then.. Izbahn trying to hide a smile and failing. That was earlier today wasn't it, when she'd been scaring Darst? Naomi's breathing slows down, returning to normal, as her rage fades away.
"This is a terrible place." Naomi whispers under her breath.
Darst stops. He glares at Moonlance. "Move it, elfy. You's too bright. You trying to gets us caughts?/ Or is you's dumber than you look?"
"Quiet Darst," Naomi hisses, "voices echo, and you wouldn't want to be the reason we're caught, would you? So why don't both of both of you put this.. this squabble aside long enough for us to make Sandpoint safe again!"
Darst wrote:
Darst stops. He glares at Moonlance. "Move it, elfy. You's too bright. You trying to gets us caughts?/ Or is you's dumber than you look?"
"Quiet Darst," Naomi hisses, "voices echo, and you wouldn't want to be the reason we're caught, would you? So why don't both of both of you put this.. this squabble aside long enough for us to make Sandpoint safe again!"
"You should listen to your master child of lamashtu" says Amrunelara quietly, the light from her sword sending shadows flickering down the passage. "Whats wrong? Afriad the light will dispel your tricks!?" her voice, and temper, starts to rise as an image of dark shadowy figures stalking through the forest flases into her mind.
Shadows creeping from beneath the earth, bloodied blades dripping with elven blood, magic as dark as night itself, the pain, the anguish, unstoppable evil, only held at bay by...the light? The elven warrior stares at her sword for a moment, confusion spreading through her mind. I have not been that angry for decades she thinks pondering the images, the sooner my eyes glimspe the open sky the better
Her sight slips past the pulsing sword and rests on the shadowy goblin as the fury returns. She continues foward seething with silent anger, until Izbahn voice echoes from further down the passage calling a halt. What now?! she thinks to herself as she stands still almost shaking with fury.
Perception:
"Didn't I just tell you both to be quiet, elf? This is not the place to fight with him! You and I may not like it, but for now he is part of this group and, as you may have noticed, our best scout right now!" She stares at Amrunelara for a moment. "I am no one's master, goblin or otherwise."
"This is why I hate working with groups..." Naomi whispers as she scans the area ahead.
"If you are nobodys master then why are you disciplining us?" mutters Amrunelara through gritted teeth, turning away from the fiery priestess and continuing to walk down the tunnel.
Reptilian:
Izbahn says in a deadly quiet voice to the ladies, his voice straining to master his own emotions. "Shut up, both of you! The reason you are feeling these emotions is due to a magical effect, the likes I am unfamiliar with. Amrumelara, wait here for Darst to come back!"
Naomi Fairchild wrote:
I think this is the start of a wonderful friendship! :)
Or another cat fight, he he.
Magic? I've felt magic before. It did not feel like this, this feels primal, angry, wrong. maybe this is the quasits magic? Amrunelara sways from side to side shifting her weight from foot to foot while thinking. "If you say so Izbahn" she says fury flaring in her eyes as she leans against the wall waiting for Darst to return.
Darst comes back. He seems a bit nervous, now, and is making a point of saying nothing.
Izbahn takes another calming breath, and asks, "What did you see, Darst?"
Izbahn takes another calming breath, and asks, "What did you see, Darst?"
"Two openings to the rights. One not seemings to goes anywhere, other I isn't knows. Too fars. Cave itself keeps goings."
"Ok then, we keep going. Darst, stay close to us, Amrumelara, walk with him. Check the first opening out, good spot for an ambush."
"Ok then, we keep going. Darst, stay close to us, Amrumelara, walk with him. Check the first opening out, good spot for an ambush."
"Keeps the shiny elfy of I's backs, then. She's gives away." Darst skitters off.
"Keeps the shiny elfy of I's backs, then. She's gives away." Darst skitters off.
"hmph fine by me" mutters Amrunelara slowly walking in Darst's general direction holding her sword high.
With a quick glance, Darst sees that the closest opening widen into a sort of cave that looks about 30 feet deep. The room seems empty with little other then a few loose rocks on the ground. Darst doesn't see any other exit to this cave so it would seem to be a dead end. The goblin would probably have to enter the cave to make sure of these two observations as the cave is full of nooks and crannies created by the uneven cave walls.
The tunnel goes toward the north now and the emanations come from the NE. The cave opening that Darst is scouting is on the east wall of the tunnel. Hopefully this clears it up a bit.
When the whole group advances and gets closer to the opening Darst's peeking into, Whisper raises his head and start visibly sniffing the air. A soft but continuous growl soon follows.
Venmirl wishes he could be more of a moderator between their new attractive elf companion and the big-talking goblin. After a few more rounds of verbal sparing, he decides to move up to Amrunelara's position and reassure he that she is not alone, but the timing just isn't right. Just as he moves up a few feet he hears something up ahead.
He tries to get the group's attention by making a few clicks with his tongue, sounding somewhat like a squirrel found in the forest. Not sure his new friends would understand a common signal that his Shoanti brothers would recognize instantly, he repeats the alarm much louder once more. As a few of them turn to look at him he does a few hand signals to warn them that something is up ahead, sounding like an animal of some sort.
Izbahn nods at Venmirl, acknowledging the Shoanti expertise in these matters, and allows him to move up next to Amrumelara. He takes his club out and grips it tightly, silently warning hte group of inpending combat. He then murmers quietly a protective spell, and pulls Naomi behind him protectively shielding her from the ambush.
Darst shrugs, and decides to sneak into the opening. He hears Venmirl clicking his tongue, but assumes it's a nervous habit and so ignores it.
Just as Darst is about to sneak into the cave, a pair of two-legged creatures rushes out to attack the exploring group! These horribly deformed humanoids, hairless and emaciated, lurch out of the shadows. Their unnaturally long arms end in three-fingered talons, and their legs bend like those of a dog. A writhing network of bulging veins form dark blue patterns across their pallid skin. But worst of all is their faces. Their noses is little more than pairs of slits, and their eyes are bulging and red. The lower jaw splits in half at the chin into two wretched arms that end in tiny three-fingered hands to either side an open gullet with a lolling tongue (Yummy).
The first of the pair simply fly by the hidden goblin to advance on Amrunelara, apparently eager to rip her to shreds. The second creature, trailing behind, notices the goblin trying to hide by hugging the wall. It raises it claw to attack the surprised goblin.
The first creature lunges at the elven warrior, trying to open her belly with its sharp talon. It can't get through her chainshirt however, leaving her body unharmed. Unfortunately, her face isn't as well protected, and the horrible creature's mouth almost rips some skin off her face. The bite doesn't get a good hold in the flesh and the elf escape with 'only' a nasty cut on her chin . The second creature likewise launches a series of attacks on Darst. Perhaps hurrying its attacks, the creature's blows are clumsy and only a claw swipe does some significant damage on the small goblin .
*Amrunelara senses a great rage mounting in her after being wounded by that bite attack. She must succeed a DC 12 will save or be overcome by such a raging feeling that it disturbs the actions of her mind and body .
Round 1
Venmirl lets out an involuntary guttural yell and pushes past Izbahn to stand next to the elven warrior. He has been waiting all day to swing his morningstar and finally gets the chance!
Morningstar: damage:
Darst shrieks in fear and pain. He leaps into the air and stabs down at his attacker as he falls.
Round 1
Amrunelara's eyes bulge at the sight of the monstrous creatures. She feels the scraping of claws against her armour and thanks Desna only to feel searing pain course through her face. Her pupils dilate as she feels something primal coursing through her.
Amrunelara lets out a primal high pitched scream that echoes throughout the tunnel. Her eyes flash with primal fury as she raises her sword, hacking at creature again and again and again, despite the fact that her blows seem clumsy and saliva flies from her mouth.
Round 1
Amrunelara's eyes bulge at the sight of the monstrous creatures. She feels the scraping of claws against her armour and thanks Desna only to feel searing pain course through her face. Her pupils dilate as she feels something primal coursing through her.1d20
Amrunelara lets out a primal high pitched scream that echoes throughout the tunnel. Her eyes flash with primal fury as she raises her sword, hacking at creature again and again and again, despite the fact that her blows seem clumsy and saliva flies from her mouth.
1d20+8-2
1d10+3-2
Venmirl moves forward, eager to enter the fight. He raises his weapon high to deliver a powerful strike but fails miserably when the morningstar hits the low ceiling.
Darst responds to the weird humanoid's assault with some more violence of his own. The small goblin propels himself on the wall to jump on the creature's shoulders before stabbing madly at it. The flip-knife does pierce the monster's tough skin but it doesn't leave any deep wounds.
Overcomed by a supernatural rage, Amrunelara rains blows after blows on her attacker. While most of them hit, her curved blade is a weapon made for precise strikes, not violent blows, and these leave the creature almost unharmed.
Finally, Izbahn activates his usual magical protection.