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Drivish whispers through gritted teeth, "Oh, good... Try to get back up."
"If we're hammering pitons, I don't know how stealthy this is going to be. I think it's time to travel as a group."
"Maybe it's just me, but shouldn't ape-men be worshiping ape-gods instead of dragons?" "The evil gods will allow creatures of any race to be their slaves."
"Something's been gnawing on these bones. I think the reason the apes don't patrol these passages is that something worse guards their back door. It might be a better idea to stay together from now on."
Drivish peers cautiously around the room. "Something happened to these apes, maybe a trap?"
"Let's go check it out."
Drivish stands just as wide-eyed as the others, his attempt to sound unimpressed betrayed by his expression of overwhelmed awe. "The temple looks like a good place to start. We should check the other tunnels for a way down."
"As far as they've said, nobody has felt the scrying in some time. And I for one, would prefer as much advance knowledge as possible. So, I vote to let Lafiel do her thing."
"Just yell if you get into trouble, Lafiel"
"The next time you do what I tell you to do, I won't be so forgiving."
"I'll stay up for first with Rin."
Drivish stands and adjusts his pack. "Would you like to scout ahead, Lafiel? Or are we past any pretense of Stealth?"
"The staff I cannot use. It's a symbol of Tiamat. And she is is no friend of Pelor, to say the least." "My people have no qualms about using an enemy's weapon against him. If the priests of Pelor created a weapon that could harness the destructive power of the sun, I'm pretty certain Tiamat's slaves would covet it." Drivish waits patiently by the exit during the rest, actively listening for any sound of enemies.
"Don't worry, Lafiel. I'm just as weary as you, but I want to be certain we aren't sleeping on sombody's stoop."
"That figures." Drivish mutters while eyeing the the altar. "On the way back, somebody should remind me to destroy this thing. Our mission is too important to risk doing it now. Is the staff worth anything?" Drivish then slowly tries to advance past the shadows to square H11, and looks ahead.
"What's the matter, Barshevy? Are you converting to the snake god?"
Rolf guesses at the intention of several creatures breaking off from the horde and leads the party into a valley to avoid being out-flanked.
Carved stone pillars rise out of the ground intermittantly about the valley. All are broken at some point with the tallest being no more than 7 feet tall. As you dash through the valley, still fleeing the goblinoids, you don't have time to apreciate the intricate designs on the pillars, but it becomes apparent that dragons adorn the ones you get close enough to see. A quick look over your shoulder reveals the hills behind you crawling with goblinoids. Nearing the end of the valley and unsure how much further you can run, a figure robed and hooded in blue steps out from behind a hill. Though still a good distance away his raspy voice is clearly heard by all of you. "Nomeno arux ui ofdio ekess wer ux darastrix. Renthisj his ominak ekess unleash his skriiod."
"The shadows appear to be some sort of guardians. Barshevy, do you want to take a look in here?"
"Sorry, Qadim-sul, I thought it was your turn to get the stuffing beaten out of you, considering Fargrim and I have already left our blood on the cave floor." Then Drivish laughs, "Be careful holding the rope. I don't know if Barshevy brought any salve for ropeburns." Drivish follows Fargrim down the hole.
Once he catches his breath, Drivish gets to work securing the rope so that we can all go down. "Who's going first?"
"I suggest we rest up top, then come back down when we're ready. We don't want to be trapped down here if any hostiles come by up there."
"Thanks people. It got to be too much, avoiding snakes and shielding against the fire. I guess I got overwhelmed."
Drivish stands and says "I'm good", but he doesn't shake off Fargrim's support.
Drivish groans and lifts his head.
Drivish takes the onslaught stoically, but finally puts up his hand to stop Rin. Unfortunately, before he can step away he falls forward. Save vs. poison = 9; save vs. death = 6
"It's ok, Fargrim. I'm already here."
Drivish maintains his defensive stance.
"I can get the snakes out for you. I think I can withstand the damage. Just don't do anything debilitating."
"Shh"
Drivish holds onto the rope at the bottom of the sinkhole, listening intently for any sound of distress from Lafiel.
Then Drivish climbs down, preparing to blast any biters with frost.
Drivish carefully lowers himself down the rope.
"Umm.. Technically I'd freeze them." Drivish says into his fist. "I think Rin's Scorching Burst power would be our best bet, but with the rope involved it might be easier to just throw him in. So, it's up to you, Rin. If you're not feeling it, I'll lower down, breathe, and then drop down to clear the biters out with my axe. Anyone that wants to follow would be welcome." Drivish works his halberd in demonstration of the potential battle, he seems pretty eager to do this. "What do you say, Rin?"
"Well, we just need to drive them off without putting ourselves in too much danger."
"Biting buggers? Is that what happened to you, because I noticed you looked a bit peaked?" Drivish thinks for a moment. "Why don't we take care of the biters first? How amny are there? I can probably breath on a few."
"Oh, and Barshevy, can you help out Fargrim?"
"Does the tunnel go anywhere?"
"Fargrim, talk to us."
Drivish takes control of the rope.
Drivish mutters, "Maybe Bshamut does look favorably on this endeavor." Then he yells down to Fargrim, "How deep is the hole and how accessible is the tunnel? Can you tell if the tunnel is natural or worked?" |