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Peering at the statues, Golradir commented "Curious things to have underground here. Makes you wonder about the previous inhabitants."
"Lead the way there Valkyrie, I have little knowledge of such things. Still wouldn't want to be a meal of any sort of beast from below if I can help it." Golradir tugs at his collar and shivers a bit from the mention of magical beasts.
Golradir scans the room and walks up to one of the statues, inspecting it thoroughly. Trying to glean any information out of it that he can.
oh man, i feel like someone is going to get gagged and dragged.
"I do agree with going if we have a place to go though. Should tidy up the place a bit though. No sense in leaving a once holy temple in a lesser state then what we found it. We should prioritize getting out of the tunnels though Nau, you never know how sturdy the walls are." After giving his opinion on the matter, he continues to clear any debris that may be apparent by the altar. Making it somewhat presentable if another group happens upon the building. "The dwarven god may not be mine personally, but gods in themselves still deserve respect, whether not they observe it is up to them." Finishing up at the altar, he looks into his bag and takes a quick sip of the wine that he had procured at the market. He hands the bottle towards Thorst, may be a bit more expensive than what you are accustomed.
"I don't know about you, but I don't recall another way out at the time being good Halara." He pondered for a second. "I would imagine it depends on the severity of the injuries that the dear Anevia has encountered."
Looking back at the rest of the group. "If we were to keep our heading true, where would you suggest we set our heading to?"
"I'm not too familiar with the ways of the divine, but would it be possible to purify the defiled? Possibly do something to wipe the transgressions of this obviously fallen dwarf." He looks down at the body quickly, seeing if there are any lingering evidence of a possession of sorts.
"If not, I think that burning it is always a go to method for purification of evil...At least from what I have read."
"Seems that may be a better alternative, I can't say that I have any experience with fighting. Books have been my primary opponent the past few years." Golradir said in response to Nau's guidance.
Golradir Draws his bow and quickly follows with a notched arrow, letting it loose towards the foe.
The arrow clipped the figures shoulder, the slightest of scratches.
Golradir recites a small incantation and spreads his hands towards the cloaked figure, releasing a prismatic spray of a plethora of prismatic colors.
"Should a temple really be a place for sleep?"
Golradir leads his blind friend to the wall next to Anevia, to rest for a second. "Take a rest for a second next to Anevia. We have found a curious building of sorts." Looking back up at the remainder of the group, "Interesting, could this be the remainder of a forgotten time? Possibly a forgotten temple of sorts? So many questions and only one solution, to look inside" He mind raced with possibilities of what could be inside this structure. "Best to be careful for sure, but also make sure not to disturb anything unless necessary."
"It's their knowledge that is one of the things that create power in a god. Being omniscient has it's benefits. There is also a good chance that the Lady knew of the tunnels as well and the gods are yet only spectating?" He tugs at a stray thread frayed from his cloak. "Only speculation at all, and it's not as though I speak from experience. My knowledge has come mainly from studies." Having dealt with the unruly silk thread he raised his gaze back to the corridor in front of them. Politly layed his hand out in a low bow. "After you sir's"
Golradir grasps the hand resting on his shoulder and leads the man trailing him through the small craggy passage up to where the pious Nau resided. His robe caught onto the rocks jutting out from the side of the wall. Initially he worried profusely about the state of his robes, but soon after he quickly came to realize that the predicament that they were in was hardly the time to worry about such things. He looked to Nau on his left. "Do you suppose that these caverns were here from before? Old underwater lakes. Do you think that they could also be tunnels either newly created or forgotten by time?"
Golradir curses under his breath and looks back at the wizard behind him, "Just a miscalculation that is all, nothing to worry yet. May your mind be at ease." He follows his statement by clasping his hand together and chanting again. His motions fluid and the incantations precise. He let loose another acidic dart.
He cursed under his breath.
don't know if it's my turn again or not ;) Just checking if it is I'll make a move accordingly. @Valkyrie Also don't forget the -4 mod for shooting into melee.
Gloradir keeps a hold of the elf's arm on his shoulder and whispers, "Just a small snake it seems, shouldn't be too much of an issue." He slings his hand out and another glowing green dart escapes the cuff of his robe. It hits with a slight sizzle.
"Curious looking vials there, let me take a quick look and see if I know anything of the sorts." Golradir quickly studies while his eyes are glowing a light blue, "Will just be a moment."
After studying the vials carefully he pour over his thoughts on what they could be, while he walked forward he thought separated from their current task. He took a peek forward. "How does it look ahead?"
"What a precarious place for the backpack to be. Might want to see if there is anything up there. May be something useful, but of course it would have to be someone that is able to." Looking around the group to see if any of them look able. "As always try to be careful, wouldn't want another to fall victim to another broken bone." Golradir took Aravashnial's hand and placed it on his shoulder. "Stay close my friend, I will lead you around and should the need arise I will direct any use of magic you should need. I will remind you that I do not have much experience in leading the blind, but I will do my best to keep your aim true and yourself safe." Golradir also looks toward the human woman, "You my dear may come with me as well, the ones not versed in battle or the injured should stay near the rear."
"Aravashnial, well met. Good to see another elf to come across even though it is in somewhat less than perfect circumstances. I could help you along at the time being, even though I don't have anything to help with the almost certain pain that you may be in. You are however welcome to take my shoulder or arm for guidance down these tunnels. As I said before my name is Gloradir" Gloradir walks up to the elf and extends his arm and places it gently upon the shoulder of the blinded elf. "Thorst, if no one can directly help Anevia's leg you may need to carry her. Shouldn't be too much of an issue with what I have seen you are capable of."
Golradir flew into action, sweeping to the side and gathering his footing. He swept his arms to the side and quickly said an incantation under his breath. He arms flew into motion and finally launched forward, releasing a glowing green bolt that seemed to materialize from his palm. The dart struck true into one of the worm's flesh, making a slight sizzling sound. "Well I think these worms are a bit to big for your liking there Trivax." He looked over to the woman dressed in desert attire "Before they have a chance to what?"
Might want to link the map to the campaign description ;)
Golradir finally coming to his senses, after spending several moments contemplating within his mind among the others sharing his predicament. "Trivax?" Looking around frantically he looked for his long time friend and ally. "Trivax. Stop playing around, I know your here you damned pigeon." At that moment a hawk flew down from in from the darkness and landed upon the elf's shoulder. You notice a slight wince of pain from the elf. "I jest, I jest. You know I'd never truely think of you as a pigeon now do you?" Having all his bearings he dusted his robes off which were a mix of crimson and electric blue. "Just had these cleaned the other day. Tsk, Tsk." Looking up at the others conversing within the room, he quickly deemed it necessary to introduce himself and find out what exactly they had in store for them. "It seems as though we have all been given an invitation, whether it was an enemy or an ally still has yet to reveal itself. We can safely say that we have been blessed by the fact that we are not dead right now because of the lovely and late Terendelev..." He bowed his head in a quick prayer for the deceased. "Our situation is dire indeed. With the ward stone destroyed, the demons of the World Wound will have free reign not only in the city. We must see our way back to the surface when we can. We may have more luck as a groups as well." He looked around and seemed to come to a surprising conclusion, "Where are my manners anyways?! My name is
Golradir walked up into Clydwell Plaza, a roar of voices assaulted his senses. Singing, yelling and a wave of voices poured over him. He smiled to himself, putting his hand through his brown shortened hair. Piercing blue eyes darted around trying to access his surroundings, looking for somewhere to grab a glass of fine wine. He spotted a vintage bottle of Oaken Trist 4670 AR resting on a shelf at one of the stalls at the festival. His eyes lit up and he made his way straight to the stall to inquire about buying a glass. Sipping it he reveled in the flavors pouring into his mouth, the subtle hints of all the flavors pricking his senses. This wine was the closest thing he has had to a happy day in a long time. Grateful for the chance to have such an exquisite wine that day he shared a quick conversation with the owner of the stall. After the pleasantries he left with another bottle of fine wine within his grasp, placing it within his backpack. "Nothing like a small amount of fine wine to raise the spirits there Trivax." He said to the hawk perched on his shoulder. "Don't look at me that way, it's just one bottle now. Nothing to get excited about." He walked towards the opening ceremonies, it was hard to see but he mainly just followed the crowd."Yes, I know! Why do you think I'm heading that way. I'm curious about the letter as well." His face went stern for a second as he walked. In Danger? What kind of danger could I be in? Apart from that how did this person acquire these tickets, as I'm assuming that they were for several individuals judging by the letter. Must be a powerful person, fiscally or politically.
reporting.
I'm just heading home now from a meeting. I will have his background up shortly today. Yes we could start role playing for sure. Any area that we are all meeting at or something of the sort?
To be completed soon ;) |