Rhun's Greyhawk OMEGA Campaign (ToEE) - Continued

[InVinoVeritas]

"I think it should be speed," Ciaran responds. "We know the paths in this section, and find them clear of most things, that wizard being the only major worry. If anyone finds anything out of the ordinary, we stop to find out more--any change is a chance for an advantage against us."

[Rhun]

Shoon cocks his head and thinks for a moment. "We could always bypass the wizard. I know, I know...never leave an enemy behind you. But we could hurry right past that area and back through the trapdoor."

[Strahd_Von_Zarovich]

That is a wise idea, should worth a try.
Zirat nods to the monk
I can run and open the upper hatch, then climb back down and help you climb up quickly. Any protective spell is most welcome.

[Dichotomy]

Aeron nods to Zirat. "Allow me to assist." With a quick prayer, Aeron bestows a blessing upon the warrior.

OOC

Protection From Evil

[Rhun]

Receiving The Last Prophet's spell, Zirat begins to run, as quickly as he can in his heavy armor. Shoon can only shake his head as the gladiator departs, knowing that his own speed is much superior to that of his companions.

Zirat rushes past the summoning circle, and this time nothing appears. No flames on the walls, no demon, no anything. Nothing is heard, besides the echoing of the Champion's own heavy footfalls.

The rest of you gather about and watch as Zirat disappears into the darkness of the long hall south.

-

[Strahd_Von_Zarovich]

The Gladiator lights a torch quickly. Then he scans the surrounding for the trap door. Once he finds it he peeks through it. If everything is safe, he calls the other to come.
Area is clear, move along.

[InVinoVeritas]

"One at a time, but go quickly!" Ciaran calls, following Zirat up the trap door.

[Dog Moon]

Deren stealthily follows.

[Dichotomy]

Aeron chugs along after in his heavy armor, silently mouthing a prayer.

[Rhun]

One at a time, each of you rushes past the wizard's area, down the narrow corridor, up the stairs and through the trap door. The mage never shows himself. Zirat helps each of you up into the debris-littered hexagonal chamber. It looks the same as the last time you were here...undisturbed, other than your previous footprints where you had disturbed the dust. The long hallway extends east into darkness. All is quiet, and there is a stale, musty odor on the air.


I'm trying something new with the maps...I know it is an extra click for everyone, but since they've started keeping track of atachment size, I wanted to make it easier on myself to replace old maps.

-MAP-

[InVinoVeritas]

Rhun

Undisturbed? As in, no footprints? How about ours from last time?

[Rhun]

For IVV

Bad wording on my part...I fixed the post above. Your footprints are still there.

[Strahd_Von_Zarovich]

Ciaran can you spring us some magical light. I need both my hands for my chain
The champion nods to the torch he hold in his left hand.

Once the light source is taken care of, Zirat will lead the group to the far door.
He stops and tries to detect any wicked presence in the area rather then what is radiated from the temple's walls.

[InVinoVeritas]

Ciaran blinks at Zirat's request, but pulls a sunrod from his pack and lights it.

[Rhun]

As Ciaran ignites a sunrod, Zirat uses his divine ability to sense evil. There is nothing above and beyond the background evil though, neither to the south or beyond the door to the north.


-MAP-

[Strahd_Von_Zarovich]

I sense no evil behind this door. It is either empty or the denizens of this room do not posses us threat.
With a quick glance to his companions, Zirat opens the door.

[Rhun]

You fall into what has become your standard marching order. moving down a thirty foot corridor into a rather large chamber. The plastered walls and ceilings of this place are covered with paintings of eyes, and another symbol you have noted before as well: an equilateral triangle with a Y shape within, the branches at the base corners and the stem meeting at the apex. The eyes are of all sorts, monsterous and humanoid, of various colors, and all seem to stare in hatred, hunger or fright.

The chamber appears to have seen rough use of late. Piles of rubbish are scattered about, gnawed bones, and signs of a large fire apparently burned frequently in the middle of the floor. Four doors are visible, as is a wide stairway going up. Just ten feet south of the steps is a large brass gong, suspended in a hornwood frame. Two smoky cressets burn on the angled portions of the east and west walls, dimly lighting the place.


-MAP-

[Dog Moon]

"What a creepy room," Deren says quietly as he tries not to think about all those eyes staring at him. He pauses as his eyes come across the gong. "I'm surprised someone isn't stationed here ready to sound the gong. Maybe we're just lucky."

[Voadam]

Originally Posted by Rhun

The chamber appears to have seen rough use of late. Piles of rubbish are scattered about, gnawed bones, and signs of a large fire apparently burned frequently in the middle of the floor. Four doors are visible, as is a wide stairway going up. Just ten feet south of the steps is a large brass gong, suspended in a hornwood frame. Two smoky cressets burn on the angled portions of the east and west walls, dimly lighting the place.


-MAP-

"Looks like a humanoid campsite. My guess is the barbaric gnolls we saw before. Somebody was here recently enough to light those things." Sir Merrick points at the cressets with his javelin as he makes his point. "Stay sharp and lets press on."

[Rhun]

Welcome back, Voadam!