Na'shok growls in frustration when the elf breaks away from the task of unlocking his shackles to attack the giant vermin. Left to fend for himself, the brawny orcish man shuffles toward the chest containing his things. I'm not going to die down here...
Na'shok climbs onto the wagon and throws open the chest. There, he finds his backpack, his armor, and most importantly, his battleaxe and whip.
Varda blinks rapidly as she tries to clear her vision and force her mind to alertness. What... what happened... come on, gotta get up, get moving... she's gone... where am I?
Jumping to her feet just as the others are leaving, she tries to take in the situation at a glance and begins gathering her things. "What is it?" she asks the blinded elf, realizing she's missed something. "What's going on?"
Varda quickly grabs her guisarme and a few random arrows (3 blunt & 2 alchemical silver) from the floor and stands.
The first maggot, horrendusly injured, attacks Frekhi!
The other maggot belches forth its putrid stomach upon one Frekhi. It catches the werewolf in the face. His sensitive nose, 10000x more powerful than a normal humans, causes him to retch.
"The human male, unable to peer into the darkness, yells out, "Whats going on out there," while hiding behind the wagon.
The female with the broken leg grimmaces slightly, warily holding her short sword.
The elf attempts to perform some first aid on himself.
PARTY UP.
The wolfman's eyes water from the incredible stench and he almost throws up in his mouth. But he powers through and claws the maggots.
But his watery eyes make it hard to see and he slashes air.
Gorn-Rel centers himself and goes into Snapping Turtle Stance. He then double moves to confront the maggots and draw the heat off of the sassy wolf-man.
Varda frowns, still trying to get her bearings. "Shh," she quiets the man. "I can't tell what's happening either, but yelling isn't going to help us remain safe."
Moving to the elf quietly, she kneels and holds out her hand. "Let me have a look, sir."
Varda takes a close look at the elf's eyes, and from the looks of things, nothing short of a regeneration spell is going to grant his vision back.
The elf lets varda take over bandaging his eyes, Varda unhurridly begins to wrap them over.
Nash grips his axe between his thighs and begins grinding his manacles against the blade.
Looking grim, Anevia says, "If you promise to help all of us get out of here, I'll help you with those manacles."
Na'shok shoots the woman a furious glare. "Didn't I already say that?!"
"Well then get over here!"
Considering he'd already shuffled over into the wagon already, climbed up, and dug his equipment up, Na'shok scoffs. "I'll do it myself."
Aenthurien takes aim once again with his bow, this time scorring a hit on the undamaged maggot.
The maggots, making squelching noises, attacks again, each on a seperate target. However, both miss finding flesh.
Anevia's eyes narrow dangerously, like a cornered beast. "Very well then."
The blind elf says, "Thank you. I am Aravashinal. Who is this angel who is trying to aid me?"
PARTY UP
Na'shok ignores the woman and continues to grind his chains against the axe blade.
Frekhi shifts over and tries to bring down the maggots.
But he cannot. The stench is too powerful.
Gorn-Rel's foot lashes out at the maggot that attacked him --
once
twice
Varda continues to work on bandaging the elf's eyes. "I'm no angel... hold still. My name is Varda."
As she finishes the last knot, she nods in satisfaction with her work. "That should hold. Stay here... I'm going to go and see what I can do to help the others."
Moving toward the bound man, she tries to evaluate his chains and whether she'd be able to break them with a well-placed swipe of her weapon.
Whith his first kick, Gorn-rel smashes the maggot, flinging it into the spider's body. He then takes repositions himself, grabs the other one with one hand, picks it up, and splatters it into the ground. He viciously stomps it for good measure.
COMBAT OVER.
Varda, as Gorn-Rel smashed the maggot into the ground, you notice something catch your eye from above. There looks to be 4 highly polished, almost mirror-like objects on ledges about 10-15 ft above you
Na'shok pauses his efforts when Varda approaches with her weapon in hand. He studies the powerfully built and strangely-tanned human girl closely.
"You know how to use that thing?" he asks with a nod at the polearm.
"I am Gorn-Rel, son of Hok-Rel, heir to the Black Crown! Maggots and dead spiders will not be my end on this day or any other!"
"No one cares, especially not those dead bugs. We could have done this sooner if you had just stopped talking."
Varda studies the ledges, trying to determine what she's seeing in the dark area. At the man's address, she nods. "Well... somewhat. I'm not exactly a seasoned veteran."
The hob-goblin prince doesn't even deign notice the wolf-man's antagonistic jealousy. Lesser men always envy their betters. Back-biting is all they can ever accomplish. Slaves to their wounded pride.
Anevia crawls over to the wagon, finds some loose wood, and begins working on a splint for her leg, but is unsuccessful at making one for herself.
"You want to give me a hand now?" he asks of the pale platinum-haired elf. "It looks like all the bugs are dead."
Glancing between the hobgoblin and furry creature, then back to the man in the wagon, Varda chuckles softly. Holding up her poled weapon, she indicates the chains with her chin. "If he can't get them, I can try. First, though, let me see about this woman's leg. We're all going to need to stick together if we want to get out of this alive. And I, for one, do." Little brother's out there.
Moving quickly to the woman, she kneels and tries to set the leg.
Varda studies the ledges, trying to determine what she's seeing in the dark area.
From what you can tell from below, they look like large slightly curved mirrors.
Frekhi will go look for his equipment.
After a few minutes of taking apart the wagon to make a solid splint, only for Varda to break it into sharp splinters, and a few times of Anevia going "OW!", Varda manages to finish making the splint.
She is still bleeding from numerous cuts & bruises.
Frekhi will go look for his equipment.
Frekhi walks over to the wagon, wishing he could wash himself of the maggot filth he recently acquired. He opens the chest, and finds his gear.
Frekhi shakes the maggot guts off, consequently getting it all over Na'shok before putting his armor on.
Na'shok glares at the thoughtless dog-man as he's sprayed with bits of giant vermin.
Gorn-Rel will scout the area around where they fell and into the darkness beyond but not so far as to no longer see the other lights.
Aenthurien retrieves his tools and sets to unlocking Na'shok's manacles. . After unlocking the manacles, he sets to searching for an exit.
Varda pats Anevia on her shoulder. "I'm sorry... it's been a while since my lessons in that sort of thing."
As the others begin searching, she calls softly, "I saw something above us on those ledges... mirrors, I think, though why there would be mirrors down here I've no idea."
Moving around the room, she gathers the rest of her things.
Aethurien looks up at the mirrors as Varda points them out. He walks over and assesses how hard it would to climb up there.
Aenthurien manages to scale the wall easily. When he gets closer, he finds not mirrors, but scales. There are 4 scales, each uniquely shaped and palm sized.
Aenthurien reaches out to grab one, he instinctively knows that they are from the great silver dragon Terendelev, resulting from his death at the Storm King's blade.
Each of Terendelev's scales grants a different power. The powers granted do not function at all if more than one scale is carried. The powers of the four scales are listed below - any nonevil creature that handles a scale immediately understands its use.