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<blockquote data-quote="reddist" data-source="post: 2986807" data-attributes="member: 5212"><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Century Gothic'">While Chath rinses off the worst of the muck in the pool, we fan out to inspect the chamber. At the far end we find an iron door set into the wall, carved with sharp, jagged runes which Cyridon identifies as signs of Bhaal, an anciet god of violence and death. Cyridon tells us Bhaal was once opposed to Torm but was defeated somehow, centuries ago.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Century Gothic'"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Century Gothic'">Chath emerges from the pool, dripping but free of toad-slime, and joins us as we inspect the door. He takes a lamp and peers into the lock, gently probing with a thin metal wire. <span style="color: Yellow">Locked, but not trapped</span>, he says, unrolling a leather kit with set of tools on the ground before him. He soon gets the door to produce a series of clicks, then rolls up his kit and opens the door, bowing to us and holding his arms wide. Ignoring his theatrics, I pass him by and enter the earthen cavern beyond. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Century Gothic'"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Century Gothic'">Another narrow corridor though the ceiling is far above us, beyond the reach of our torches. A howling wind rushes through the cavern, pulling at our torches. I kneel to inspect the loose earth at our feet and find the tracks of humanoids, moving to and from the rusted iron door.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Century Gothic'"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Century Gothic'">The wind masks the buzzing of insect wings until it’s nearly too late. I look up and come face to face with a large wasp-like bug, zooming at my face. I raise my hands to fend it off but it’s too fast, darting in and latching on to my armor. I feel a sharp, biting pain as it plunges a stinger into my neck, and weakness overcomes me.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Century Gothic'"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Century Gothic'">It’s like I can <em>feel </em> blood pumping out of the hole in neck. My bow clatters on the packed earthen floor and I reach up to twist the thing’s head off, but the bug is far stronger than I thought. It clings to me with a ferocious tenacity, buzzing angrily as it sucks at my neck, and the droning becomes a cacophonous roar as more of them drop upon us from above.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Century Gothic'"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Century Gothic'">From the corner of my eye I see a flash of light streak from Theros’ fingers, and the stirge attached to my neck disappears in a cloud of green and yellow goo, spattering across my face. Chath nails one with a hard-flung slingstone, and once we have the upper hand the remaining stirges swiftly fall. Blood still oozes thinly from my neck and my knees wobble a bit as I try to stand, but I wave off Cyridon’s cold, probing fingers. <span style="color: DarkOliveGreen">We just need to find a place to rest,</span> I tell him. <span style="color: DarkOliveGreen">Give me a chance to sleep some of this off.</span></span></span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="reddist, post: 2986807, member: 5212"] [SIZE=3][FONT=Century Gothic]While Chath rinses off the worst of the muck in the pool, we fan out to inspect the chamber. At the far end we find an iron door set into the wall, carved with sharp, jagged runes which Cyridon identifies as signs of Bhaal, an anciet god of violence and death. Cyridon tells us Bhaal was once opposed to Torm but was defeated somehow, centuries ago. Chath emerges from the pool, dripping but free of toad-slime, and joins us as we inspect the door. He takes a lamp and peers into the lock, gently probing with a thin metal wire. [COLOR=Yellow]Locked, but not trapped[/COLOR], he says, unrolling a leather kit with set of tools on the ground before him. He soon gets the door to produce a series of clicks, then rolls up his kit and opens the door, bowing to us and holding his arms wide. Ignoring his theatrics, I pass him by and enter the earthen cavern beyond. Another narrow corridor though the ceiling is far above us, beyond the reach of our torches. A howling wind rushes through the cavern, pulling at our torches. I kneel to inspect the loose earth at our feet and find the tracks of humanoids, moving to and from the rusted iron door. The wind masks the buzzing of insect wings until it’s nearly too late. I look up and come face to face with a large wasp-like bug, zooming at my face. I raise my hands to fend it off but it’s too fast, darting in and latching on to my armor. I feel a sharp, biting pain as it plunges a stinger into my neck, and weakness overcomes me. It’s like I can [I]feel [/I] blood pumping out of the hole in neck. My bow clatters on the packed earthen floor and I reach up to twist the thing’s head off, but the bug is far stronger than I thought. It clings to me with a ferocious tenacity, buzzing angrily as it sucks at my neck, and the droning becomes a cacophonous roar as more of them drop upon us from above. From the corner of my eye I see a flash of light streak from Theros’ fingers, and the stirge attached to my neck disappears in a cloud of green and yellow goo, spattering across my face. Chath nails one with a hard-flung slingstone, and once we have the upper hand the remaining stirges swiftly fall. Blood still oozes thinly from my neck and my knees wobble a bit as I try to stand, but I wave off Cyridon’s cold, probing fingers. [COLOR=DarkOliveGreen]We just need to find a place to rest,[/COLOR] I tell him. [COLOR=DarkOliveGreen]Give me a chance to sleep some of this off.[/COLOR][/FONT][/SIZE] [/QUOTE]
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