megamania
Hero
SHADOW WAR
SEGMENT 022
“TO THE TOP….”
11/24/18
LHARVION 20, 1003
“Tabask- look.” Says the kobold pointing to the trail before him.
“Two. Two walkers.”
“Yes. And more- one uses a cane or staff. See here- consistent pokes into the earth.”
“Trail…ends.” Says the Warforged looking even further up the trail.
Looking up, the trail goes up a series of aged volcanic rock. It is harder but there are small scratches on the rock from the talons or toes of the bi-pedal humanoids. Possibly Lizard folk? They follow it up and a dirt trail begins again.
“Going to the top.” States Dorque.
“I think you’re right…. Which I don’t like.” Adds the half-elf.
“Why?”
“The mountain and the island appear to be a volcano.” States Tabask.
“We will be destroyed!” exclaims the kobold.
“I don’t think its active. These rocks…. They are what the alchemist’s refer to as igneous. They are rocks made from lava. They are overgrown with plants. I have seen no smoke.”
“Sarfuold is excited. He has found something.”
They catch up with the weasel whom has found a piece of glass. Looking about… they spot torn and aged cloth. Then a glass cup. A piece of wood- worked like the piece below. Looking around, there is a lot of similar items in similar condition on the ground.
“Ambush?” asks Dorque.
“I don’t think so. Let’s keep going.” Tabask looks to the sun and the top of the mountain. It will be dark soon. There appears to be a line of items that crosses the trail. Strange. Sarfuold finds a gold piece. “Mine?” asks Dorque.
“Not unless it was minted in Aundair in…. 976.” Answers Xar as he returns the coin to his concerned weasel.
“Look- “ suggests the warforged.
Ahead of them is more worked wood. “I don’t understand this. Not any of it.” Tabask grumbles as he kicks at a board. The kobold flips the board over. “This belonged to a crate. Held wine from Aundair.”
As a parakeet chirps, the warforged looks upward. “Answered.”
They all look up into the trees. The remains of an airship rests there- broken and torn up.
“Well…. What do you make of that.” States Tabask.
They continue on as the sun sets. Tabask appreciates the colors of orange, yellow and white of the water with the purple and dark blue of the sky. The trail is harder to follow but they make do. [DM NOTES Tabask has a +10, Xar +5 and Sarfuold has scent and a+2. Lowest score after assists was a 19- highest a 31]
They reach near the top. There is little vegetation here. They rest for several hours as Dorque watches. As a kobold and half-elf both with magic rings they only require 2-3 hours of sleep. They pick up from where they left off and reach the summit of the volcano. The trail goes inside. A carved ledge between 3 and 5 ft wide goes down into the darkness.
“Ready?” the cleric asks.
SEGMENT 022
“TO THE TOP….”
11/24/18
LHARVION 20, 1003
“Tabask- look.” Says the kobold pointing to the trail before him.
“Two. Two walkers.”
“Yes. And more- one uses a cane or staff. See here- consistent pokes into the earth.”
“Trail…ends.” Says the Warforged looking even further up the trail.
Looking up, the trail goes up a series of aged volcanic rock. It is harder but there are small scratches on the rock from the talons or toes of the bi-pedal humanoids. Possibly Lizard folk? They follow it up and a dirt trail begins again.
“Going to the top.” States Dorque.
“I think you’re right…. Which I don’t like.” Adds the half-elf.
“Why?”
“The mountain and the island appear to be a volcano.” States Tabask.
“We will be destroyed!” exclaims the kobold.
“I don’t think its active. These rocks…. They are what the alchemist’s refer to as igneous. They are rocks made from lava. They are overgrown with plants. I have seen no smoke.”
“Sarfuold is excited. He has found something.”
They catch up with the weasel whom has found a piece of glass. Looking about… they spot torn and aged cloth. Then a glass cup. A piece of wood- worked like the piece below. Looking around, there is a lot of similar items in similar condition on the ground.
“Ambush?” asks Dorque.
“I don’t think so. Let’s keep going.” Tabask looks to the sun and the top of the mountain. It will be dark soon. There appears to be a line of items that crosses the trail. Strange. Sarfuold finds a gold piece. “Mine?” asks Dorque.
“Not unless it was minted in Aundair in…. 976.” Answers Xar as he returns the coin to his concerned weasel.
“Look- “ suggests the warforged.
Ahead of them is more worked wood. “I don’t understand this. Not any of it.” Tabask grumbles as he kicks at a board. The kobold flips the board over. “This belonged to a crate. Held wine from Aundair.”
As a parakeet chirps, the warforged looks upward. “Answered.”
They all look up into the trees. The remains of an airship rests there- broken and torn up.
“Well…. What do you make of that.” States Tabask.
They continue on as the sun sets. Tabask appreciates the colors of orange, yellow and white of the water with the purple and dark blue of the sky. The trail is harder to follow but they make do. [DM NOTES Tabask has a +10, Xar +5 and Sarfuold has scent and a+2. Lowest score after assists was a 19- highest a 31]
They reach near the top. There is little vegetation here. They rest for several hours as Dorque watches. As a kobold and half-elf both with magic rings they only require 2-3 hours of sleep. They pick up from where they left off and reach the summit of the volcano. The trail goes inside. A carved ledge between 3 and 5 ft wide goes down into the darkness.
“Ready?” the cleric asks.