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Knowing his arrows will be less effective than the weapons his allies are using, and seeing they have a flanking advantage, Celeb shoulders his bow and draws his warhammer. Taking a defensive stance, he taunts the zombie ahead, hoping to have it focus directly on him. "Come closer vile fiend. Let's send your cursed corpse back to the depths."
As they march deeper in the cave and the air becomes stagnant, Celeb longs for a good fresh breeze and the rustle of leaves overhead. He stifles a cough as the scent of decay increases. . Seeing that Garret levitates a rock, Celeb assumes a threat is at hand and prepares to fire if a target presents itself.
Reasoning that since the others had interrupted the gilman's solitude, Celeb decides now will be as good a time as any to talk with him. As the others head east, Celeb hangs back. He approaches calmly and waits until the man looks his way before speaking slowly in common. "Greetings, please excuse my friends. They can be a bit hasty, but they mean well. I apologize for them, and myself, for interrupting your time here. My friends and I are recording the layout of the cave and the surrounding area and I find the detail in this model fascinating. I wonder if you would be willing to spend a few moments to discuss it's specifics when you are finished here?".
Celeb stays near to the side of the cavern entrance. Silently berating himself for not stopping his blue-haired ally from announcing their presence. He keeps watch on the stalactites above, reasoning they could provide cover for unseen threats, and watches the centipedes below, wondering if they are poisonous.
Celeb calmly replies to Ob, "You forgot one directive - Return Alive. The threats we see, we can deal with. It's those we don't that worry me, and I'd rather not be caught unprepared. As for Janira, Erastil guides my arrows. She is in no danger from me should she turn up unexpected." Celeb crosses the cavern to peer through the further opening, pausing briefly to ponder the pteroglyph of the thief in prayer.
Though it may be stating the obvious, as they pass the plank in the tunnel, Celeb remarks. "Looks like a walkway, and as its on this side of the pit, I would guess we have company ahead." Celeb again nocks an arrow in preparation. As they reach the cavern, Celeb keeps watch on the tunnel entrance on the far side, while noticing the writing.
Celeb offers up a prayer of protection as he watches Janira as she leads the minotaur away from the group. His respect and admiration for their diminutive leader increases as she goes. With a sigh, he turns to follow his allies into the cave. After some ways in, he relaxes his draw on the bow and replaces the arrow in his quiver. The dim glow from the algae provides a bit of relief as Celeb was expecting complete darkness. His elven sight allows him to see without difficulty, and he seems fascinated by the petroglyphs, pausing with Nikolai as he sketches in his notebook. As they approach the pit, Celeb once again becomes wary. He draws an arrow and nocks it to the string. As the rest either descend into the pit or leap across, he elects to stay on the near side, watching both the bottom and across the pit, ready to fire at any sign of danger.
While in camp, Celeb removes his armor, then busies himself with cleaning and polishing his armor and weapons. He checks his bowstring to be sure there's no damage before unstringing his bow. Having no bladed weapons, Celeb politely declines Morad's offer. As the camp dies down for the night, he separates himself for an hour or so to commune with Erastil, then returns and sprawls out his bedroll next to a fire. It's been quite some time since he has walked so far in a single day. His feet are aching and he is sure he will be stiff in the morning. After a restful night, Celeb wakes and again takes time to speak with his patron. He then dons his armor, gathers his weapons and gear, and sets off with the group.
"Janira, how close are we to the caves?"
Celeb frowns as Morad details his approach to dealing with enemies, and eyes him casually as he slips out the door. Turning to Nikolai at the
I have always enjoyed archery, and have spent long hours practicing the art. One day, I crossed paths with a cleric of Erastil who noticed my skill during a practice session. After several weeks of religious discussions, I came to realize my true path was to follow Erastil. It's funny how some things about ourselves are only obvious to strangers. Feeling I needed a new perspective, I have left the temples I served and am now seeking whatever path Erastil brings. As for combat, I am rather adept with my bow, even more so with Erastil's blessings, so I'll opt to bring any enemies down from a distance. However, I do still carry a hammer in respect the years I had served Torag. That comes in handy when the blows get personal.
Caleb strolled in a bit late to the gathering, but in time to hear Kreighton and Janira's comments. Scale mail gleams from under his cloak, as he removes his longbow from his back and adjusts the war hammer at his side. Glancing around at the cards he's been dealt, he breathes a sigh and pulls up a chair, intent on doing his share to ensure the success of the group. "You only saw the two gillmen enter the cave? Were you constantly monitoring, or just happened to see them enter? Did you ever see any leave?" For Caleb, cave exploration isn't an ideal assignment. Scouting the surrounding forests or climbing over the mountains that hold the caverns would be more to his liking, but he knew that signing up with the society would involve compromises. After all, it could be worse...then he notices the Gnome... |
