' Anyone familiar with architecture?" She says as she finishes cleaning with the conjured water."Stonework, aye.
Tha' wood barrier, nay".
"Wood barrier? Someone built a wooden wall down there?" Mat sounds interested.
"Stone, wood, meat, people, anything and everything is a potential resource down here" she shrugs
"There were some gnomes on it. Whether they died on the barrier or were added later, I could not tell you. We should try and take them back up with us when we are ready to return." Ceirn says.
"Yes, when we return, for now I believe we still have some time to burn down here, agreed?"
"There were some gnomes on it. Whether they died on the barrier or were added later, I could not tell you. We should try and take them back up with us when we are ready to return." Ceirn says.
"On it? As in, impaled on it?" Mat frowns and shakes his head. "Sometimes this place is just ridiculous with how terrible it gets. And they were surface gnomes? Not deep gnomes?" He stands ready to follow the group to this barrier.
' It is a sad, though I believe these fine souls are enjoying the glorious festival and dance that is the afterlife. The stress and sorrow of the world is gone, unburdened, they can live in the joy and warmth of their gods!" Olga says with a warm smile. One that is for those who died fighting something debilitating.
"May these souls seek the solace of the Golden Hills. The beauty of the halls and homes of the Gods. May they find peace and solace there." Olga says softly to the air.
"Amen." Vondal responded as he got off the floor, reading his shield and magic sword.
Oh Morndinsamman! the godling thought to himself. Her soul seems crafted from mithril, as he body that of marble.
"One quick channel before we go."
A wave of positive energy radiates from the ragged dwarf and envelops the group.
there isnt much to examine of this "wood barrier" that the group claims to have been standing where they indicate. small bits of wood, no larger than your hand litter the area, leaving you nothing to examine and attempt to ascertain who, or what, could have built it.
Vondal stands near the ruined wooded barricade, Gloryhewner at the ready.
Kern sighs as he's bathed in the holy burst or Vondal's easing his wounds, "Aye, time ta' kill more o'... what'ev'r's down in tha' place".
Mat whistles appreciatively at the tiny bits of debris that were all that was left of the barricade. "You guys do not mess around." He looks back at the group and gestures at the T-intersection ahead. "Which way were you heading? Want me to check it out first?"
"First Mat, to whom should I pray on your behalf? I do wish to make sure you get the proper respect for your god." She says with a smile as she lets her Iuon Torch blaze. She oddly also begins to pull a few shuriken in her hand.
"Don't mind my shurikens, I seek to be prepared, and these are my primary weapons." She says with a smile. A warm welcoming smile.
"Go right, we still have some vengeance to see to that direction." Ceirn says before adding, "Be careful, there were some traps that way. Including one that shot lightning around."
Mat nods at Ceirn and gestures at Olga's ioun torch. "Let me get ahead of you enough to be out of the light then follow behind me. I'll circle back if I run into anything." He looks both ways at the intersection then heads quietly and carefully to the right.
standing around the remnants of what was the macabre barricade, the subtle light from Olga's ioun stone pushes back the darkness for the tunnels that run left and right from where you stand.
to the left, the tunnel runs on into the darkness beyond. just at the far edge, you catch the glint of something reflecting the light.
to the right, the tunnel runs on, equally long, equally dark.
we lost a companion down the tunnel to the right Astrillith says in a monotone voice. Simon, a halfling. a founding member of the Balanced Coin Pac hisses softly, a subtle tone in the otherwise near quiet dungeon. We fought an ogre down there. death came to both. The woman looks to the left down there, we faced some strange creatures that smelled of death, of the recently unearthed grave. Pale, tall humanoids, tall as stands a human man. fought with stone axes and knives. More ogres as well.... Astrillith shrugs death came. death claimed them all.
"Some of those involved in his death fled back through the door and closed it. So we have some unfinished business." Ceirn says.
"It's not in my Nature to run", Vondal says with badassatry.
"It's not running if it's a retreat. One must sometimes retreat and reaccess before we comeback stronger" She says with a smile and taps one of her throwing blades to her lips.
The aasimar just growls to himself; eager for revenge, but not willing to dismiss Olga's wisdom.
"Death comes to all, eventually. Be it by nature or others. Do not seek it, it comes to you" she reiterated her precious response
" Never maliciously, just dutifully, it comes. A force we all respect. Though hopefully never alone nor forgotten."She adds to Astrilith's words with a warm smile. For she did not fear death, only a slight melancholy for that which has to end others' lives. A lonely road walked alone, and never a pleasant one.
"Oh, how lonely must death be, for every being he meets, none will ever know his name". She wipes a tear from her eyes and then smiles.
' I may dance with him to my ladies' hall. A little joy to bring into such a grim but necessary business."
"Bah, tha's no death m'Lady Olga. Death is endless glorious battle! So sayeth Clangeddin Silverbeard hisself! Or leastwise so sayeth tha' clerics o' mah people", Kern retorts.
"No, that's your afterlife for the Silverbeard. Death itself is an entity, One who ushers you along from this world to the next" She says respectfully of both Kern and Death.
"No, that's your afterlife for the Silverbeard. Death itself is an entity, One who ushers you along from this world to the next" She says respectfully of both Kern and Death.
Kern raises an eyebrow, "Izzat rite? I don' just appear o' tha' battlefield wit' me axe in hand? I s'ppose it dinnae matter so long as ah' end up at tha' fight!"
The darkness beyond Olga's light is no problem for Mat's eyes but he just waits patiently for the group to decide which way they want to go. "Sorry to hear about your friends. I hope they're in a better place now."
"Go right." Ceirn says again.
Vondal follows Mat down the right hallway, his eyes darting around for danger.
Kern moves next to Vondal standing 2 feet behind on his left.
Mat nods at Ceirn and heads down the hallway to the right, staying in the dim, fading light at the furthest edge of Olga's light.
Olga follows as she hums a tune in her head.
Used to the howling winds of the north covering the crunching of his feet in the snow, he is dismayed by his own footfalls on the stone beneath, but he tries to be as silent as he can... Stealth ... which isn't very.
Moving down the hall, the new guy, mat, quickly finds the location of the pitfall trap that hampered the group yesterday.
Ceirn keeps watch behind them as Mat works.
"Ah, there you are Pac" she stated rather nonchalantly as the green snake slithers up the staff to drap across her neck again. The two have a few words with each other that none can understand before she simply falls in between the mob as they travel right
Mat gets to work disabling the trigger that opens the pitfall door.
Mat signals the group when he's sure the trap has been disabled. When they're ready to go he creeps on down the hallway.
Olga comes forward with her piece of chalk and makes a simple three-star triangle. ' Remember this is a trap" She says as she puts the chalk away.
"That second trap looked pretty bad when it hit people." Ceirn says as he follows along behind the others.
Mat points out the subtle trigger to the group. "Look there. There's a magical trap here. I will disable it."
"We are in a place with a lot of danger, do not worry about one missed trap"
Astrillith half pets the snake then looks at the group "What is the trap suppose to do?"
Mat looks back at the group. "Maybe you can tell by reading the runes auras?"