Legacy of the Silver Dragon: Chapter 1 (Chickens, Demons, and a Missing Girl)

[Toric_Arthendain]

Myst watches as the elf runs off alone and shakes his head. "Is he that eager to get himself killed?" the cleric asks any of his companions that might still be standing nearby. "I, too, would love to know what that creature is, even though I'm not certain that it is Anna. Chasing it blindly through these passages isn't a great idea though, especially running off alone. And short of trying to tackle it again, I'm certain our friend has no specific plan to capture it."

With a sigh and silent prayer to Pelor, Myst stands up and moves off with as much caution as he can, in an effort to catch up with Antares.

 

[Binder Fred]

[...] And short of trying to tackle it again, I'm certain our friend has no specific plan to capture it."

(In which supposition he is quite correct.)

 

[Whizbang Dustyboots]

Bosco pockets the pitted coins and looks for any others the group might have missed, all the while keeping an ear out for ambushes and making sure he remembers the way back to the surface.

 

[gambler1650]

OOC: I will tell Bosco how much money is found when I dig it up in my notes!

As Antares turns the corner and looks, he sees the tunnel continues another 10 feet or so before opening up again into a cavern. He might have a hard time making out the dimensions of that cavern, even with his improved vision in the dark, but there's light coming from a tunnel on the opposite wall of the cavern, sort of a sickly blue, slightly flickering color. Silhouetted against that light, is the form of the creature the party has been following, and then she enters the room. As she does, a wordless shriek comes down the tunnels, another woman's voice from the sound of it, somewhat hoarse. Amongst the screaming, a few words can be made out, "Get away!" "No! Leave me alone!".

 

[Voda Vosa]

"That's our cue heroes, move those lazy arses!" the dwarf says, trotting heavily towards the light, shield at the ready, axe thirsty of blood.

 

[Binder Fred]

Ah, well, it appears the good brother was correct in his surmise of some aspect of this reality, thinks some part of the young elf's brain even as his feet keep moving. His need to see - to know what lies beyond the entrance - increases, even as nameless dread of what he *will* see spikes sharply, resulting, strangely enough, in an unchanged pace to his hurried trotting.

OOC: Antares will stop just within the entrance to the cavern and look about.

 

[gambler1650]

OOC: I would like to get a couple more responses before continuing...

Stellan, seeing Antares moving ahead, moves after his friend. Surprised by the elf's impetuosity, he hasn't quite managed to catch up as Antares enters the cavern (barely inside).

 

[Toric_Arthendain]

Upon hearing the scream and then some actual words spoken in a language he can understand, Myst takes off as fast as his feet will carry him towards those sounds. He carries his mace in his right hand, ready for whatever may around the next bend.

 

[Whizbang Dustyboots]

Bosco sighs and jogs after the group, watching for any points more of the creatures could cut off their retreat, and stops just short of them.

 

[gambler1650]

As Antares stops within the cavern and looks about, he sees the following:

What appears to be the shape of the creature they were chasing moving in the cavern ahead of him. The walls appear carved, as opposed to merely tunneled out, in that room. There's also shifting, flickering shadows which make it hard to tell if there are other creatures there.

It's not hard at all to tell that there are creatures in THIS room however. One is up against the left wall of the cavern about 10 feet away, midway between the opening the group is now piling up around, and the opening on the opposite side of the room.

The other is much closer, within striking distance of Antares in fact. Both are of the smaller version that were seen earlier, and both hiss, the one on the right taking a swing at the elf with one arm.

The attack misses, dirty but gleaming claws passing a mere whisper from Antares' face.