Triel narrows her eyes and wordlessly motions for Arathorn to take point.
"You see anything moving, shoot it."
Arathorn sighs to himself I truly hate going down into basements. It reminds me of dwarf mines and the hordes of beasts that often take over said mines... "Let's move quickly, things will likely become dangerous if we encounter these fiends in a hallway. If any of you have healing wands, I'd have them at the ready, in case we find Ameiko alive, but wounded."
Without waiting for a response, Arathorn begins his descent downstairs, silently cursing dwarves and humans for always wanting to build beneath the ground.
"I only have two castings of magic left... we'll need to make them count." Triel follows Arathorn downstairs.
At last--out of that blasted sunlight.
Vanya gets in line behind Arathorn and Triel. "Maybe we could be a bit quiet... if you think it matters now."
"Maybe we could be a bit quiet... if you think it matters now."
Triel looks between her, then down at her bloodstained, clanking scale mail armour. She looks back up at Vanya with a deadpan expression under her helmet.
"I suspect that might be a bit difficult."
"Wha? Why would it be diffi... oh. Nevermind." Vanya blushes, feeling a little foolish with everything going on.
Maybe if we muffled it? Does anyone have a cloak to spare?" Cian asks quietly, still careful to look behind everyone in case one(or more) of those sneaky green buggers were trying to ambush them.
Arathorn looks down at his own armor and weapons. "I think there's little chance of masking the sounds of our approach, especially going down a set of stairs. We can tread lightly, but don't overstrain to mask your own sounds"
Triel beckons the sorceress and bardess to follow her as Arathorn splits off with Cian. "Let's get going then."
Sorry about my end. Runnin kinda slow anyways cause my desktop went out net wise. Waiting on a new card that should be here this week.
Arathorn moves towards the first door he sees, cocking his crossbow. "Cian, I'll need you to reach over and open the door for me. I'll charge in. step in when I tell you."
Triel nods at Door #4. "Vanya, Ithylia, watch my back."
She moves up to the door and prepares to open it, her sword readied.
As you walk into the door, you find nothing but a storage room with finished glass projects.
As you walk through the door, you find a tunnel that leads to some where elsewhere.
Triel looks down the tunnel in confusion before closing the door again. "Remind me to investigate this later." She whispers to the bard and sorceress behind her.
She moves to the next door and opens it, her sword still readied...
Vanya whispers into Triel's ear, "Let Arathorn and Cian check one before we check ours..."
Triel nods.
As you open the door into this room, you find laying in the corner and on the ground the body of a woman.
You instantly recognize this as Ameiko on the floor.
Arathorn takes a quick glance around the room to make sure there isn't anyone lurking inside before approaching the woman. "Miss, my name is Arathorn. I have come with a group that you may know as the people that disbanded a goblin raid during your festival. Are you hurt?"
Arathorn realizes he's approached the woman without informing the others."Cian, can you pass along the message to the others that we found a survivor?"
The sorcerer nods and hurries over to where the others are.
"We found someone tied up in the room we checked! What about you gut Says?"
"Nothing so far, aside from a tunnel." Triel replies, turning to the approaching wordcaster. "Who'd you find?"
"Let's go see!" Vanya hurries to where Arathorn is still waiting.
Triel follows the sorceress, beckoning Ithylia to come with them.
Ameiko groans lightly as she slowly begins to wake up at Arathorn's notions. "Ugh... Who are... Group? What group are you talking about?" she replies back as slowly lifts herself up and begins to hold the side of her head.
Triel's eyes widen behind her helmet. "Ameiko?"
She approaches her and kneels before her, channeling divine energy into a hand. She takes Ameiko's hand and helps her up.
"Взлет и исцелиться." She intones, letting Gorum's power heal her...
As Triel goes towards Ameiko to assist her, she pauses for a moment. "The Sandpoint heroes eh? Why didn't you tell me that in the first place..." she says as she takes Triel's hand to get up. "So who's the new gu-" Ameiko begins to say as she catches a glimpse underneath the visor. "Triel... What happened to your eyes?"
Well, f~#*.
"...I have allergies." Triel curtly replies before turning away. She sniffs a couple of times.
Really? THAT'S the best you could come up with? Allergies?!
"Anyway, this is Arathorn." Triel waves to the nearby elven ranger. "Now, do you remember what happened to you? How badly injured are you? Can you walk?"
"Eyes?" Cian asks quietly, confused. "Ameiko, what happened here? Your friend at the inn asked us to look for you because you weren't back yet."
Arathorn, relieved to see that this woman, Ameiko, is okay, walks towards the door leading to the hallway to keep a watch. He entirely missed the exchange about eyes, having already tuned that part of the conversation out.
Arathorn begins to contemplate while giving the others some space. I have to make sure no one sneaks in while we're tending to this woman. This group knows her, so hopefully she'll be able to give them information to help us.
"Oh, Ameiko, it's so good to see you alive! We were all so worried! What happened?" Vanya talks almost all at once and right over Ameiko's own question about Triel's eyes.
Ameiko glares back at Triel with a cold stare in her eyes. "Allergies my ass. Who exactly are you and what is it you want with this town? Are you working with them as well? Tell me the truth. Now." she says with a cold and harsh tone.
Ameiko's confrontational tone causes Triel to flinch.
"You want the truth?" She folds her arms across her bloodstained scale mail. "Fine. Here's the truth, in order--I am a reluctant Chosen of Gorum, and I came to this town for a chance to put my feet up before setting out to accomplish a task that has nothing to do with Sandpoint."
"Now, take a good look at me, assuming you haven't been beaten blind." She growls and starts pointing out spots on her armour. Quite a few splotches of goblin blood mar the once plain grey scales, and several glass shards can be seen caught in between the layers of armour on her arms--evidently, she needs to spend some more time taking those out. "You want to know how I got these? By slogging through goblins who wanted me dead. They struck at me with their blades and pelted me with glass, trying to beat me down. I cut my way through as many of them as I could, because I was worried for YOUR safety, I might add, and you have the GALL to think I'm with them?!"
She takes a deep breath, her eyes burning. "I left a trail of butchered goblins behind me. So, no. I'm. Not. With. Them. Now, Cian & Vanya asked you some questions."
Stepping between the ladies, "Stop yelling! If Triel is with the goblins, she has a lot fewer to be with. We all have lots of questions, but Triel's loyalty is not one of them!"
"Triel, calm down! It's normal to be suspicious in circumstances like this, honestly. Wouldn't you be wary if someone had kidnapped you and left you tied up?"
Arathorn's ears prick up at the sound of Ameiko's anger. What's this about Triel working with the Goblins? What does she have against her eyes?
Despite the mass anger and confusion going on, you're able to hear the sound of a door open from out in the hallway to see a half elf standing there just on the other side of Arathorn.
"I am calm." Triel sighs, feeling her teeth clench. "Believe me, Cian, if I were truly angry you'd..."
Triel looks behind her, and trails off. "Who's tha--?!"
"ARATHORN! За тобой!" She yells, pointing a mailed finger at the half-elf standing opposite the elf!
With no time to run to save Arathorn, Triel opts for the next best thing. О, зачем скрывать это сейчас? Я обнаружил в любом случае.
She rests one hand on her greatsword and summons up power from within her...
"Затемнение!"
Immediately, the light in the room and 20 feet beyond fades and winks out. It's pitch black... except for Triel.