The bugbear puts his hands to his ears in pain. He stands there, dazed.
Drago woke the Cleric while dragging the Gnome away from the Bugbear.
[ooc]Listening to Sex Dwarf by Soft Cell probably isn't appropriate. Damn random playlist on YouTube.[/ooc[
Grawfir shakes off the effect of Drago's attack. "What the f!$& do you think you're doing?! You're attacking the guy who's going to get you out of this. This b$!!* ain't worth s~@*. She can't even kill a f!$*ing stirge! She's dead-weight and you know it!"
"Nuthin'," the bugbear grunts, either oblivious or uncaring of the fact that his genitals are still hanging out. "We just had a misunderstanding."
"You tried to rape me!" Ylrhea exclaims, before breaking into sobs and clinging tightly to Drago.
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"You take one step towards her beast," Drago drew his dagger, "And you'll be useless to any female."
Grawfir grunts and pulls his pants up. He goes to a corner and falls asleep. Ylrhea quietly continues to sob against Drago.
Putting a hand on the Gnome's head, Drago softly spoke, "Try to sleep little one, I'll take the next watch."
"Thank you...Drago..." Ylrhea mumbles before falling asleep.
Nothing happens during Drago's watch, the gnome curled up next to him. The dhampir can hear the sounds of the sunken city, water flowing and insects making their noises. Without any light, it's hard to tell what time it is. The rest of the group awakens as refreshed as possible.
Grawfir walks to the hole where you had entered this building and proceeds to urinate out of it, glancing at the gnome and winking while doing it.
Seeing the look in Grawfir's eyes, Drago whisper's to the Gnome, "Stick close, he'll have to get through me first."
Ylrhea nods as Grawfir scratches his belly. "So, where we going now? The bottom floor of this building is underwater and I didn't see much of a way out when we came in."
"The seawater has got to get in here somehow, if we find that opening, then we're free," the gnome says.
Ylrhea raises an eyebrow at Mortimus before shaking her head.
"We aren't that far underground," Ylrhea ponders. "We'll need to head south for sure since Chalandra's manor is on the northwest peninsula of Zahvroma, from what I recall. But the water shouldn't be this high...There must be an inlet somewhere..."
The gnome dwells on this as Grawfir walks up to Mortimus.
Ylrhea heads to the opening and locates a wide ledge that runs along the cliff. "This way. Keep that light on."
Drago keeps his dagger in his hand and himself between the bugbear and the Gnome. He seriously doubted he could win against him, but then again, all it takes is one good stab in the right area.
You walk for hours with only the light of Mortimus' enchantment to guide you in this desolate place. Ylrhea stops for a moment along the ledge. "Let's take a break. It's hard to press on with out any food."
Grawfir eyes the gnome. "Well, we could just cook you up. We wouldn't have to hear your b!%+&ing anymore and we'd be full."
"Or, we could cook you, beast. You have more meat than the three of us combined."
Grawfir grunts in disgust. "Well, what are we going to do about it then? We can't drink the water and we have nothing to eat. We're gonna f%#$ing die down here if we don't come up with a plan."
"You're right," the gnome acknowledges, if a little reluctantly. "Unfortunately, whatever it could be, probably isn't good."
As Ylrhea drinks her water, she breaks off a small piece of the green shard and adds it to the water. She appears better as she drinks the concoction. "I guess we follow this ledge for the time being."
"Something every member of the Green Circle recieves," the gnome says. "When we were sent here to Zahvroma, we were each given one to find and destroy the corruption in this land. It is the soul of a former member of our order. Unfortunately, they seem powerless against anything here. But it still works for curing diseases and poisons. It can also contact others in our order but something down here prevents that."
"No. If it did that, I wouldn't have us starving over a day and a half."
She looks down as she walks along the ledge. "I wonder what kind of city this was."
"Who knows, I gave up trying to figure out this place a long time ago."
Ylrhea leads on for a few more hours until you can actually see the fading rays of daylight in the distance. "There! An opening!"
Finally, a break. The Damphir thought to himself.
As you near the opening, the water level drops off significantly and you can see some of the contents of this sunken city much more clearly. Large humanoid skeletons litter the ground, some clutching smaller skeletons. Whatever happened here caused a panic, but, with freedom only a few feet away, it does not register with you.
"Well, I guess we're done here," the bugbear growls. "I think it's time I take my reward."
He pulls his morningstar and moves towards Ylrhea.
Stepping in between the Bugbear and the Gnome, with dagger drawn, and says "You'll have to go through me."
"Awright, but I think yer going soft..." the bugbear grimaces, stowing his weapon. "Then let's get out of here and look for somethin' to eat."
Best keep an eye on him. Drago thought.
You finally exit from the desolate cavern and into some fresh air. It smells as if there has been a recent rain. Ylrhea takes a deep breath and looks around. There are trees everywhere and you can spy the blue glint of an inlet a few meters away. You look up and see Skorzeny Manor perched upon the hill you emerged from.
"I wish I was more of a woodsy person," Ylrhea mutters before darting into the woods.
She returns moments later with a fresh cut on her cheek and mud on her breeches. "That didn't go well."
Getting that familiar eery feeling, Drago makes a suggestion, "I suggest we move, quickly. If they haven't noticed me gone yet, they will soon."
"It's been a day, I'm pretty sure they noticed," the gnome says, wiping the blood off her face.
You wander through the woods for a while before catching sight of a campfire a short distance ahead of you.