Gavin excitedly looks down at the tiny creature in chains. "Oh wow, we live fey! I'm sorry you're trapped of course I'll-" Gavin's words come to a halt as he looks past the creature to the pile of bones and bloody clubs of hair below. "Wait a minute, what did you say? You wouldn't kill us if we freed you or fed you?! so that's what you do to anyone else? We all live here! Our families live here! No! You are horrible!
Resolutely, Gavin looks up to Saronis with a righteous anger that is rather surprisingly from the young lad in his eyes. [B]"Sire, I say we leave this evil being to it's prison!"
Cook-Cook fidgets around a bit in the darkness with his kitchen knife and ladle. He knows the group should stay together and he shouldn't explore on his own alone, but something troubles him with all this.
He sits down, legs crossed and begins humming and murmuring in Goblin.
Urdrsk, Cook Cook, Andreas, Varrick, and possibly Maqan all head up the path forward. The dwarf leads you down the tunnel leaving the others behind.
It takes about an hour and some wrong turns may have happened but you finally make it to another large cavern. This one is open to the sky but the walls look much easier to climb. Entering you find that there are stone tombs. The ground seems to have a layer of white sand that has flecks in it that reflect the light. A large mausoleum resides in the center. An simple looking figure stands near it with a gray robe and has a walking cane. It looks up and smiles as you enter the large room.
Urdrsk holds his new dwarven waraxe at the ready. "Whó áré yóù? Ànd àrè yòu cònnèctèd tò thè èvènts ìn thè càvèrns bèlòw?"
He stands up holding his curved great sword but then thinks better of it. He offers it to Maqan or Gavin and says, "Hold this a moment I am going to go find some other weapons to possibly destroy on breaking those bars. It would be irresonsible to use my main weapon when it could get destroyed when there are other options around. Take that to heart Gavin."
Looking around he collects a few weapons and begins to smash them against the bars, he goes through 5 weapons before the bars begin to break. Each time he strikes the bars red runes appear around the prison cell. Getting brighter with every hit. After 4 or 5 hits the weapon breaks almost as if becoming brittle. The last weapon he uses is a strange looking black wooden club with an extra handle on its side. It does not break but the bars do. Using his own fire He snaps his finger to produce a flame and using his own fire, the flame turns red to white. The flow of the energy grows and light can be seen emitting from his chest, arm, and fingers. He burns away the chain ends. All of the chains at that point drop to the ground. He collects the fragments of the bars and all the chains putting them in his backpack.
He sits back his brow thick with sweat and he takes a moment to rest.
"No, oh no." You hear a female voice come from the robed figure. She slowly begins to walk towards the group, she appears to be only moving about 10 feet per round with her cane.
Once she is within 100 feet of you she says loudly, "I am just the care taker of the Heavenly Tombs."
Any threats and she recoils to the mausoleum... slowly."
Then in response to his anger, she pouts, "How much do you think I eat? I couldn't even eat a halfling in this form or my elf form. I would have to turn into a bear or velociraptor, and I don't have the strength to do that. I like using my druid skills to eat bigger things though."
Resolutely, Gavin looks up to Saronis with a righteous anger that is rather surprisingly from the young lad in his eyes. "Sire, I say we leave this evil being to it's prison!"
At that she shrieks a tiny little shriek which in turn you hear the large shriek respond to her. A large beast of many heads, arms, and other parts begins to take form and move towards you.
At Saronis's statement she hums some and the creature stops and lays back down in the fog, watching you. "Yes, yes, I only eat a little in this form. You may call me Kat. My known name is Katarillyn." Stating it out loud you can see she is saddened by it but obvious that she is desperate. The large creature groans and stands up, pieces are falling from it. One at a time an arm here, a claw there, a head there. Eventually it is just a pile of parts. She sniffles and states, "I lost my familiar power stating my real name and will accept your accord. Otherwise I would starve."
"Well actually I am not sure about how to free me. I would say to break the bars and chains but for the most part I have been sleeping through the ages eating a morsel when I wake up."
She gets happier and happier as the bars begin to crack and break. She is humming to herself happily as the chains are burnt off. Once free she quickly spreads her wings and flies around. "Oh I am ever thankful! I will do my best not to be a burden and I will follow your commands! I won't kill without your command. I just thought it would be best to restate it. Thankyouthankyouthankyou..." She says the last bit at super speed a little faster than a halfling could.
Once she calms herself down she hovers next to Saronis, a little sheepishly she says, "I should tell you that I have a 'rusting' aura. Now free I can control it and won't turn it on unless you want me to do so. Lalalalallala." She sings the syllables a bit before looking around ready for new scenes almost giddy, forgetting all the bad words and possibly forgiving them as well. "Oh that looks tasty can I have a bit?" She asks as Saronis likely pulls out some food and refreshment.
Urdrsk, assuming the rest are behind him, looks long and hard at the mysterious lady. "Slóð hètjùr, hà? The dwarf says to himself.
Urdrsk begins to walk among the tombs looking for any dwarf tombs.
Urdrsk doesn't wait for the lady to get to him, he takes a brisk walk to get to her. Once within 10 feet of the woman he stops and listens to her words.
Urdrsk finds quite a few... There are many different races buried here and they are buried by family, adventuring troupe, and finally by race. As you walk along the paths you find that there are many spaces for more tombs and that there are easily a thousand tombs here.
Urdrsk walks through the cemetery, amazed by the sheer number of tombs. "Àllt þèttè fólk dó í því áð vèrja Krìshenfjàll?" Urdrsk questions himself.
It isn't long before the dwarf finds an extremely-detailed mausoleum, the stonework carved by a Master. Over the door to the tomb, written in dwarven, a plaque reads, Here lies the bones of Óin Hámmérfùry, Dwarven Hero, Father, Friend.
This..cannot be! Urdrsk ponders in shock. Not THE Óin Hámmérfùry! His children went on to sire the Great Dwarven Kings in ancient times! His tomb should be thousands of feet under the earth! The Goblinslayer! First Master Craftsman! Giant Humbler! But Urdrsk could not deny what his eyes see. The mere dwarven miner could only kneel before such a great edifice. As he gets up, Urdrsk loses his balance and his hands reaches out to steady himself on the tomb.
When Saronis made the call, Maqan held Gavin and herself out of the way. Then when he took a moment to rest, Maqan quickly moved to his side. "Are you alright?" She asked worriedly. "Do you need help to make it the rest of the way?"
The woman comes up to be near the dwarf and speaking in perfect dwarvish she states.
As Urdrsk touches the tomb he can feel the power infuse his body, knowledge of how to fight, and the axe he now holds appears glow golden.
"Yes, please don't rust my equipment away," he says with a scoff to Kat, "I will let you know if I need any other help."
Taking back his blade and securing the club to his pack using one of the many loops, he leads the group back towards the tunnel.
He looks for any signs,
At the junction he looks left, forward, and right. He questions, "The group went forward correct?"
He happily follows after the sprite, telling the others, "I don't know why but I feel this is the right way, or at least a good diversion." He looks at Gavin and points out, "When you get a gut feeling go with it. Sometimes it doesn't turn out but for me it has been better than worse." Upon seeing the cave and what it holds he whistles, "I told you I had a good feeling about this way." He walks up to the wall of crystal and puts his hand out and snaps his finger, he sees one of them light up in response to something he did and pulls on it. If it comes freely he takes it otherwise looks for another.
Looking into the water he shrugs his shoulders and says, "I could use a soothing dip in the water and an extra reward sounds good. Would you mind giving me a hand with my armor?" He looks at Maqan with a knowing look, asking for permission before taking off his armor.
Traveling at most 200 yards you come to a cave. It is about 30 feet wide and 50 feet deep. At the far end of the cave you see a flowing river but not at the speed you thought it would be for all the sound you heard. In the cave the sound is muffled and you are pretty sure there is a waterfall just on the other side of the tunnel passage you just came from. No natural light but over in the corner you can see all sorts of crystals forming. A plaque on the wall states, "Take only one or pay the price." The floor is slick with moisture and some moss. Half of the cave is a pool of water which leads into the stream of water. Looking down into the pool you can see many more crystals forming but there is coins and glowing items in the water.
Swim DC 15 to dive down.
Kat points out the plaque, the crystals, including the small red one she picked out for herself, then she points out the water and glowing items and coins under it. "Nope, I don't do water. I am sure I could take a bath but not water I don't know."
The dwarf looks over and sees one of the tombs opening and revealing a suit of chainmail that fits him perfectly.
Urdrsk, now on steady ground again, stares intently at the golden glow emanating from the dwarven waraxe.
Images flash and race through the dwarf's mind. Tales of Óin Hámmérfùry, told to him by his elders, now look stark and crisp in his visions. His sons and their tales, Nar-Voth, The Quest for Sky and the Sky Citadels, The Wars; thousands of dwarven faces, male and female, slowly beginning to slow on his grandfather's, then his father's, and stop on his face. Then a voice as deep and as old as the earth itself spoke, "Let the chain be reforged."
When Urdrsk came back to consciousness, his young dwarven heart was beating so hard, he thought it might rip itself from his chest.
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Cook-Cook approached the woman slowly, if she doesn't notice him approaching he tugs at her robes.
"Cook-Cook sorry. Cook-Cook not understand. We be simple folk. We be heroes if touch tomb? No goblin hero known. Not in tales of tallfolk. Cook-Cook first goblin hero?"
Though Cook-Cook is sometimes a bit pushy, he's quite humble and wouldn't consider himself a hero at all. He returns mumbling in goblin.
She notices him and crouches down to look straight into his eyes. He can see she is very beautiful. Her smile widens as she quickly responds warmly, "Dont be sorry. Yes if a spirit thinks you are worthy and you touch the tomb then you can become a hero. You might be surprised, I know at least a dozen goblin heroes in the past decade. You will find them here in the tales of the mountain. Come I will show you some of their tombs. You are right most of the races dont like goblins.
She walks with Cook Cook and takes him to a lit bon fire. She points out the goblin graves and talks about each of them. "Brom Buggidy was an alchemist who strived to burn everything, he died trying to burn a god. Skrit Skettelton was an engineer, he created an automaton and fought with it against many foes, he had many allies including Lillith the Black Blade, human, Zorak the Barbarian, orc, and Thrug the palm master monk, half orc. Last here but there are more, Dooom Bringer, a goblin barbarian who rode velociraptors into battle fighting alongside elves to push back an ogre and giant invasion. See there are goblin heroes, just most goblins are evil. Stand up and show you are not for the world to see."
The little blueish-gray goblin nodded at Zenli's words awed and amazed at the different goblin graves and tombs among other great heroes of the past.
He walked past the graves of the different goblins as he heard whispers from them beyond the grave.
Great things we've done! Slayed the Great Basilisk of Floodwater. Saved towns from its many minions. Whispered one named Murktoe the Swamp-Blessed.
Another tomb with the image of a goblin whispered out to him.
I am Moontusk, also known as the Gnasher. My teeth were great and strong. I bit through armour and swords alike. I died biting a dragon, keeping it distracted. My friends were able to flee because of me.
So Cook-Cook went through several of the goblin tombs, all of them whispered encouraging words for him to believe in himself, many of them offering up their patronage to him.
So too did Skrit Skettelton and Dooom Bringer even a slight nudge of Thrug and a particular Goblin rogue named Bladelicker, The Not So Stealthy. It wasn't until Cook-Cook came upon a goblin tomb that whispered to him in a intelligent and welbespoken manner, Cook-Cook stood still:
Each hero here had its own way to become recognised, not all of them relate to combat my dear fellow goblin. All here have their merits, but perhaps you seek another way?
Cook-Cook nodded and replied:"Yes, Cook-Cook is not great fighter. Not even in tribe. Might even say coward."
There are many ways to be brave Cook-Cook, not all involve battle. My name is Warthead, the Caretaker. My deeds are not great in battle, but I've cured many ailments in my life, saved entire villages and cities from plagues and diseases. My worth was proved by me helping others. I died in the end searching for a cure to rid a mountain village of Skragsmouth from a terrible pox plague. Perhaps I can help you be brave and talented in another way?
Cook-Cook looked up at Zenli and looked at her questioningly.
"Simply touch tomb?"
Cook-Cook gently touches Warthead's tomb on the name that was carved in the stone. Eyes closed, he holds his breath.
As Saronis overrules him and begins banging on the cage, Gavin gets visibly nervous. "I hope you are right..." He recoils as the fey creature starts to change and shriek at him, then relaxes as it too calms with Saronis' words.
When the freed creature leads them out of the cavern and seems quite happy and friendly, like the fey beings Gavin heard stories of growing up, he starts to relax. As Saronis tells him to trust his gut, Gavin looks up, both hopeful yet frowning. "I... I thought I was. Back at the cage. I mean, there were so many bones, and it said it wouldn't kill us... but... I... I got scared. I am sorry I let you down."
He trudges along in silence for a time, before turning to Kit. She seems nice, and doesn't seem to want to hurt anyone. I was a jerk, I need to apologize. Walking up to her, he reaches into his pack. "Umm, excuse me. My name is Gavin. I am sorry for what I said back there. Just, with all the bones, and bloody hair, and you started talking about not killing us, and my mine starting getting away on me. I am sorry. Will you have this? My ma makes it, its a spicy deer salami." And he extends the food to her in earnest.
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As they reach the underground lake, Gavin looks round truly fascinated. "Wow, this place is amazing! Only one thing you say? Hmm... say, what do you think that is down there at the bottom of the pool? Maqqy, can you hold my torch?" Handing her the torch, he takes of his hunting jack and lays his pack on the ground. Then, he skillfully dives into the water and swims down.
"Do be careful Gavin." Maqan told him as she took the torch from him. While he swam she looked at the crystals and shining items in the pool. At first she thought about taking one of the items, but then another thought crossed her mind. Something that can be turned from one into two. So Maqan broke off a crystal, a soft purplish blue in color and small in size.
She nods to the little goblin.
At him touching the grave stone power flows through him. Nearby on the other side of the fire you see a small cauldron and the whispers of the dead say it is yours with the small kit beside it.
As he rested from the ordeal of freeing the faerie he would have pulled out a waterskin and some of the food Maqan had collected for them. He shared it with the little fey and anyone else who wants a bite.
"You didn't let me down. Did you learn something from this experience? Only if you didn't, would you have let me down." He offers to Gavin with a genuine smile.
With Maqan's help he gets his armor off and jumps in after the halfling with one of his bags in hand. Letting the air bubble out of the bag he dives down. His dagger is still strapped to his leg, but stripping down to
"I gotta say, there's no way I'm missing out on this!" I COULD be a hero ...do real good ... "What would you have me do, ma'am?"
She looks at Varrick unimpressed obviously not liking to repeat herself. But she does with a sigh, "Are you perhaps wanting to follow the path of heroes? If so you should look around at the many tombs, touching one that is receptive to you will likely grant you power, knowledge, or even equipment for your quest. The quest to return the Ward Stone."
Infused with purpose and a new destiny, Urdrsk looks around to see where the others wound up.
"Did you learn something from this experience? Only if you didn't, would you have let me down." He offers to Gavin with a genuine smile.
With Maqan's help he gets his armor off and strips down to his shorts to have least resistance in the water. Then jumps in after the halfling with one of his bags in hand. Letting the air bubble out of the bag he dives down. His dagger is still strapped to his leg. He does his best to fill the bag with items and coins. Then after tieing it shut he grabs a weapon in his other hand swimming up.
swim: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27
[Dice=swim]1d20+8[/ooc]
There seems to be a current which keeps you under water and if unlucky enough washed away. 3 Swim checks DC 12 to get back up top, +2 to the DC for items in your hands, if you fail more than 5 you get swept away 15 feet, 30 feet and you are swept away down the river.
"Right, right, of course. Just walk through the tombs. Totally ok with that. Not creeped out at all. Guess that's hero work, though."
Varrick eventually stops talking, trailing off to an indistinguishable mutter and he walks up and down the graves and tombs. Nothing calls to him amongst the fancy, the ornate, or the scary. Eventually a very plain headstone catches his eyes. "Charlie Morris." He smiles and touches the stone.
He quickly collects the loot and comes back up. He leaves the sword and bag on the ground before looking down for Gavin stating, "There is a pretty strong current, I am only going back down to help Gavin."
With Gavin safe on land with him, he drys off and puts on his equipment again. Once everything is where it should be he holds the sword he just found out to Maqan, "Try it out!""
Now done with the side tunnel he leads the group out, back to the junction and takes the right path asking, "Kat would you mind looking down that other tunnel for us. Let us know what you found."
The tomb faintly glows and almost as a whisper the power creeps into you.
When he brought Gavin back up she helped Gavin up first before turning her attention to Saronis. Taking the sword from Saronis she gave is a swing away from the others then looked it over. "It seems nice." She told him as she handed it back. "Though I don't know much about swords." She admitted. Then she held out the crystal she had found for him to see. "I found this, thought it would be a nice memento."
Right before he plunges into the water, Saronis asks Gavin if he had learned anything. Smiling, he looked back, "Yup, fear is for fools. Trust your gut, and don't let your imagination run wild!" He deftly dives in, ready to recover some of the treasures from the bottom of the pool. After collecting a good selection, including some of the glowing items, he turns back toward the surface and is surprised by the strength of the current.
He grits his teeth and works hard, remembering his father's lessons out in the river nearby. Though a quick surge of water momentarily slows his progress, he drives onward. Just as Saronis turns back to come offer aid to the young lad, he is surprised to see the halfling surface, grabbing a burst of air with a big smile on his face. "Look what I found!"
Also make sure to mark what gem you found, what color it is, and its size.
Saronis finds:
The ring is worked gold, set with carnelians.
This thin and flexible cotton cord is meant to be wrapped several times around wearer’s waist.
These linen bandages have the same color and softness as the feathers of a dove, but their antiseptic smell suggests a less natural origin.
_ worth 10 gp
_ x 10 = 40 gp
_ x 25 = 50 gp
2 gems worth _ x 50 = 100 gp
Gavin finds:
Simple brown gloves.
The silvery cape furls and ripples like a flag with every step its owner takes.
This coarse hempen robe seems made from a single strand of twine.
These translucent cloth tubes easily fit over their wearer’s arms.
This adamantine piton is 6 inches long.
This sweet-tasting liquid is within a glass potion bottle.
Also a glowing javelin.
_ worth 10 gp
_ x 10 = 30 gp
3 _ x 25 = 75 gp
Dungeon ring, prisoner’s
Belt of tumbling
Bandages of Rapid Recovery
Gloves, Assisting
Cape, Catching
Robe of Infinite Twine
Sleeves of Many Garments
Stubborn Nail
Elixir of Love
Should any of the items be sold they crumble into dust.
He pulls out his blanket from his pack and dries himself, then works on clothing and arming himself again. "You will. I will teach you as much as I will teach Gavin here. I strive to call myself a master sword smith. My skills are a bit lacking now but I will attain that level again. You keep the sword Maqan, I don't have a place to put it and you should be better armed. Yes a fine momento, we will have to see what we can put it into."
"Yes we found many things, we should get them identified. Come along we should catch up to the others." He states as he stows the items and treasure he found. Looking at his gloves and then the blue crystal that floats around his head he wonders out loud, "I wonder why I put these gloves and the ioun stone on. I should have known better, perhaps I didn't have a choice."
They enter the Heavenly Tombs likely a half hour behind the other half of their group. He walks forward with the others looking around curiously.
She goes and welcomes the rest of your group. She no longer holds the guise of an old individual. The bland robe is gone. She walks forwards spinning a circular bladed chakram. Her black robe appears almost like armor with yellow and gold embellishments making it almost a dress at the same time. "Welcome to the Heavenly Tombs! I assume you are with the others. Are you perhaps wanting to follow the path of heroes? If so you should look around at the many tombs, touching one that is receptive to you will likely grant you power, knowledge, or even equipment for your quest. The quest to return the Ward Stone. No I am not your enemy, I am the caretaker here and know much about what goes on in and upon the mountain. Though it saddens me that the Ward Stone is gone it was foretold and not my place to intervene. My task is to allow you to be the heroes you need to be to solve that quest and the others you are meant to fulfill!"
Urdrsk is standing behind the mysterious woman, with a grumpy expression on his face. Maqan and Gavin are used to the expression, but what is new is the polished dwarven waraxe now on the dwarf miner's hip.
With crossed arms, the dwarf growls, "Yóu thréé wéré sùppóséd tó bé RÌGHT BÈHÌND MÈ! Whàt ìn thè Nìné Hélls wéré yóù dóìng?" Urdrsk shot a quick looks of distain at Saronis. "Hòpèfùlly nòt cáusìng móré dámágé!"
"That isn't fair Urdrsk. Saronis is not responsible For the actions of his sister." Maqan said gently. "At least no more than the rest of us. We were all there." She reminded him. "And I'm sorry." Maqan said honestly. "Gavin ran off after a voice that turned out to be a trapped woman, I couldn't just let him got off on his own Urdrsk, he's still a child... I ask your forgiveness."
Saronis is about to speak when Maqan interrupts. He holds his lips shut as he let's Maqan speak fro them. He obviously thinks about a few things to say but decides not to leaving Maqan's words to be for them.
Once the situation with the dwarf is dealt with he goes to Zenli and introduces himself, "I am Saronis, a Master Sword Smith. I followed the path of Zod and a son of the Silvani Wood Elves. What is the path of heroes? Why are there so many tombs here? How will I know which tombs are receptive to me?"
"That isn't fair Urdrsk. Saronis is not responsible For the actions of his sister." Maqan said gently. "At least no more than the rest of us. We were all there." She reminded him. "And I'm sorry." Maqan said honestly. "Gavin ran off after a voice that turned out to be a trapped woman, I couldn't just let him got off on his own Urdrsk, he's still a child... I ask your forgiveness."
Urdrsk blinked. "Wáit! Yòu fòund à tràppèd wòmàn? Tràppèd by thè cávérns còmìng dòwn? Òr tràppèd by thè Pòwèr òf thè Wàrd Stòne?" The dwarf suspiciously looks back the way the three came.
"A bit of both... I think." Maqan said honestly, "She was like an extra guard, or power source for the ward stone. Either way, she needed rescue."
"À. Bìt. Òf. BÒTH!" Urdrsk barked. "Dàmmìt, Máqán! Fòr àll wè knòw, thàt wòmàn WÀS thè rèàsòn thè Wàrd Stòne wàs pùt ìn plàcè! Shè wàs pùt thèrè fòr à rèàson: shè dìd nòt nééd tò bè rèscuèd!!"
The dwarf began walking near the entrace to the heavenly Tombs, looking around. "Whàt dìd shè lòòk lìkè? Whèrè dìd shè gó?" Urdrsk questioned, hefting his new waraxe in his hands.
In her little voice hovering next to Saronis's shoulder she states for all to hear, "I dont care for your friend, what's done is done, I'd like to see you try to reverse it." Then sticks out her tongue at Urdrsk.
At Saronis's inference she quickly sucks in her tongue, holds her hands and flies a bit higher. Nodding in response.
"She..." he starts to say as he indicates with his free hand hitching his thumb back to indicate the hovering sprite, "is following my commands, she won't be a problem. Right!" The last bit was said more towards the sprite than anyone else.
She smiles at the questions and retorts, "Excellent you will need to be wise in your coming quest. The path of heroes is just a fancy way of saying quest also not adventurers turn out to be heroes. There are so many tombs here because this is where all the heroes of the mountain are lain to rest. Through the power of the mountain there remains make it here. Yes they may have other markers or tombs but to make sure their bodies are not desecrated this tomb was made. You will know which tombs are receptive to you by either a glow, a gut feeling, or a spirit will speak to you."
Cook-Cook walks over to the new bright and shiny pot and looks inside with big eyes and marvels.
"Oooh! Big and shiny pot! No signs of wear and tear, perfect for cooking in. And what is this?", Cook-Cook opens up the healer's kit and looks at the fresh bandages, the alcohol to disinfect, ointments to ease to pain and some basic surgical tools.
"Oh! This is nice!"
He gathers up his new supplies and wobbles with them over to the rest of the group.
"Look at what I have found! A nice new boiling pot to make any new recipes in I can find!" Cook-Cook sounds a bit different than before, something sounds off with his speech, but he's just as enthusiastic about his cooking as always.
"I've also found this box with medical supplies, this should do well if we get hurt again."
He looks up at Saronis and Maqan, then straight into the eyes of Gavin.
"Oh good! You are all here as well. You should see if one of these tombs speaks out to you and touch it. There were even goblin heroes here. I've never felt so... alive."
The dwarf was ready to read the riot act to the four, but the appearance of Cook-Cook, and stern gaze of the elf noble, and Maqan soft eyes, Urdrsk gritted his teeth in frustration and looked at the sprite on Saronis's shoulder.
"Ìf yòù lèàd thìs gròup àstrày, ìf yòu bètrày ùs ìn ÀNY WÀY..! Ì'll ùse my àxè tò gìvè yòù à fìvé fóót wìngspán, àlòng wìth thè rèst òf yòu!"
Looking back to the Saronis, Maqan and Gavin, the dwarf's face softened slightly. "Wèll..Yòu lòt shòuld lòòk àròund thè tòmbs. Tò gèt thè Wàrd Stòne bàck, Ì fìgùre wè'rè gònnà nèèd àll thè hèlp wè càn gèt!"
He laughs a bit and nods at the goblin, "Thank you, I will!"
He is unfazed by the dwarf leaving him behind and going to speak to the keeper of the tombs.
"Thank you, may I ask your name. Would you point me in the direction of the Elven tombs." As she takes him to the Elven section he thanks her again, "Thank you Zenli, my condolences on your master's state. May she ever be remembered as the shining beacon she was."
He walks by touching the grave stones knowing more of the names than he should. Then stopping at one grave he stops and knows her spirit is with him not in the grave before him or even on another plane. He waves at Maqan to get her attention. Once she gets there he points out, "I am sure this tomb will guide you well."
She hovers near Saronis not sure what she can get from tombs. She thinks to herself, 'Any of her people would not want a tomb just to become one again with nature.'