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<blockquote data-quote="Xorn" data-source="post: 4409191" data-attributes="member: 61231"><p>A rhythmic sound of tools striking packed earth trickled up the corridor to the adventurers as they descended the steps they found past the east door. The soft light from the end of Vrax’s spear, conjured with just a flick of his wrist, was giving way to gentle shadows as the stonework became increasingly caked with muddy tracks heading both directions. A flickering light ahead of them and the commotion they could hear suggested there was definitely someone or something in the chamber. South of the wall they were huddled against quietly, another passage branched off, where the air was cooler, and stank with the sickly-sweet smell of decay and old mud. Oddly, no tracks came out of that chamber, and the walls were not formed by masonry centuries before, but natural rock formations, the only sign of tools being used on them was the hewn stairs descending into the darkness. As Percy knelt down close to the descent and listened intently, he felt confident he had heard everything he was going to.</p><p></p><p>Huddling close to the others, he spoke in a whisper. “Okay, I just hear some rats sqeaking that way,” he pointed to the rocky staircase to the south, before directing his attention to the east again and continuing. “That way, I hear goblins, digging for something.”</p><p></p><p>“Could you understand them?”</p><p></p><p>“No,” he shook his head, “but they sounded like they might be arguing, from the tone of their voices. So which way do we go? I think we could slip down the stairs here and they’d never know we were here.”</p><p></p><p>“’At’s true enough,” added Omar, “but I don’t reckon any of ‘em use ‘em stairs much. All the commotion is in there.” He inclined his chin towards the sound of tools being used to accentuate his point.</p><p></p><p>They were both looking at Daichot, who at some point in their travels, had began making decisions when they came to them. “Don’t suppose you can feel a direction for the portal now, Vrax?”</p><p></p><p>The dragonborn started to answer when a convulsing urge to cough struck him. Wincing at the coming sound, Percy closed his eyes and braced for the echo, but it never came. Risking a peek he saw the wizard had buried his face in his robes and his shoulders shook as he fought the urge to cough. Finally regaining his composure, but unwilling to risk testing his voice, he just shook his head from side to side quickly.</p><p></p><p>“Well, then I’m inclined to agree. If they’re trying to get to the portal, I would think there would be a lot of traffic coming and going, and the sounds are that way.” The warlord rose to standing, towering over the others, and gripped his axe tightly.</p><p></p><p>“Should I scout ahead?” asked the halfling.</p><p></p><p>Daichot considered for a moment and agreed with a nod. “If you can do so discreetly, just an idea of what’s in there.”</p><p></p><p>Percy nodded in understanding and loaded his crossbow quietly before creeping up to the edge of the corridor they were in, which opened up into the chamber where they could all hear the clang and clunk of tools now. The rogue peeked his head into the room for a few seconds, then he leaned back into the cover of the hall. He smiled and reached across his chest with his left hand, holding his dagger sideways with three fingers extended, indicating his count.</p><p></p><p>Omar nodded and Daichot relayed the number to Vrax, and motioned for the wizard to stay behind him as they breached the room. Omar and Daichot were five paces from the corner when they noticed Percy was taking aim around the corner.</p><p></p><p>“Percy!” Daichot rasped as in a whisper as loud as he dared, “Wait!”</p><p></p><p>The halfling glanced back at him with a mischievous grin and mouthed the word, Relax. He then looked back around the corner and as the tiny twing of his hand crossbow was not followed by a cry of pain, they didn’t need his explanation that came forthright.</p><p></p><p>“Balls! I missed!” his look of disappointment was marred by the fact that he seemed to be enjoying himself at the same time, and suddenly the nasal cry of an angry goblin preceded a trio of arrows skittering off the corner in into the wall opposite the rogue.</p><p></p><p>“Eep!” he squealed and rushed into the room, already stuffing another bolt into his weapon.</p><p></p><p>“Damned be All, Percy, ye daft ijit!” Omar stomped into the chamber past the rogue quickly catching sight of his assailants across a sea of excavated chamber.</p><p></p><p>The original flooring of the room, which looked to be the same granite and sandstone mixture they had seen throughout the lower level, was missing throughout at least two-thirds of the room, quite obviously being excavated by the trio of goblins who were all frantically reloading crossbows as fast as they could. Throughout the room, pillars of earth still covered by the original flooring showed where the goblins had decided not to dig yet, for whatever reason. Long planks of wood were precariously spanning each of the mini-plateaus and a ladder was visible across the chamber that one of the goblins was abruptly kicking over now, to keep any pursuers from climbing up to his lone perch against the north wall. Spotting a ramp on the eastern side of the entry plateau, Omar ran down the steep grade as fast as he could, trying to find a way over to the goblins that didn’t involve balance beams.</p><p></p><p>Daichot bellowed out a warcry as he charged in on Omar’s heels, following him down the ramp. “Percy! On me, now!” he commanded, as the halfling dove across the first plank and loosed another arrow at the goblin that had just kicked the ladder away from his plateau. The bolt struck the creature in the belly, driving a gasp of wind from the thing and staggering it, but the wound wasn’t enough to bring it down.</p><p></p><p>Vrax took up a position at the corner of the entryway where the walls would provide him some cover, and directed a silvery bolt of magic to streak across the room and strike the wounded goblin with unerring accuracy, and the beast slammed into the wall, but stayed standing.</p><p></p><p>The warlord and fighter reached the bottom of the ramp about ten paces apart, skidding to a stop as they both encountered new enemies they weren’t expecting. As Omar braced for the coming impact and set his shield before him, he heard Percy cry out a warning.</p><p></p><p>“Guard drakes! Two of them!”</p><p></p><p>“We see them, you half-wit thief!” roared Daichot, “No thanks to you!”</p><p></p><p>Both of the warriors saw the drakes charging at them in time to defend themselves, Daichot catching the enormous, tooth-filled mouth of the guard animal with the haft of his axe, sliding backwards in the dirt from the force. The tiefling torqued the weapon around as he drove forward with his strong legs, and yanked the drake about him as it clamped onto his weapon. Carried by the heavy momentum of its off-balance charge, the guard drake was helpless to resist the maneuvering, and the two switched places as it painfully released the axe as the bladed counterswung back into its side.</p><p></p><p>“Percy! Down here! Now!” Daichot yelled as he caught a glimpse of one of the goblins aiming for him.</p><p></p><p>Omar was unable to give his attention to the warlord and rogue as the drake that was after him crashed into the large dragonscale he interposed between them, driving his warhammer up beneath the shield and crushing the thing’s hip with a distinctive pop crack in the hip joint. The drake quickly favored the meaty limb as it shrieked a howling protest at the dwarf.</p><p></p><p>“Help Omar, Percy, I will attend to Daichot.” Vrax was standing at the ledge above the tiefling, who quickly adapted to the new assistance and ducked aside as the drake leaped at him, flying over his body as the warlord rolled back towards the ramp and left the drake to rise before one of the goblins that was closing for a better shot and to goad the drake into pressing the attack.</p><p></p><p>The detonation of the air about the two attackers was not only loud, it was forceful. A ripple of stinging hot air burst out from where the drake and goblin were engulfed by the fiery blast the dragonborn unleashed, causing Percy to reflexively shield his face even from his safe position upon his plateau. While still engulfed by the initial blast fire that the wizard had assaulted them with, Vrax opened his mouth at an angle that looked painful to Daichot and vomited forth a gout of angry orange flame, and extended his hands out with his thumbs interlocked, adding an expanding sheet of magical fire shooting across the hapless pair amidst the blaze. As the torrent of hungry fire groaned in a menacing desire for more flesh, the silhouettes of those caught in the inferno crumpled to the smoking floor of the cavern.</p><p></p><p>A crossbow quarrel, fired from the secluded goblin atop his plateau on the north wall, struck the wizard solidly in the left side, and the mage crumpled to the ground in pain, ceasing the onslaught of his fire spells. Vrax desperately pulled himself over the lip of the tiles down onto the steep ramp, where he landed heavily and slid down to Daichot’s feet.</p><p></p><p>Percy jumped down from his own plateau to land on top of the drake that was trying to find a piece of the dwarf to bite that wasn’t made of metal, driving his dagger deep into skull of the creature, and they both toppled to the ground abruptly as Omar shouldered past the beast before it was even dead to give chase to the middle goblin who had been taking pot shots at the dwarf from the cover of the earth pillars.</p><p></p><p>As Daichot ran through the dying flames without noticing the heat, he saw Omar emerging from the other side and the goblin frantically trying to find a place to run. Before the green humanoid could change direction, the warlord’s axe was sweeping towards it, but instead of cleaving the goblin in two, the head of the weapon sank deep into a pillar to his left, and the nimble creature dug its feet in and sprang away from the new attacker. Omar’s warhammer swept over its head as it ducked under him and ran north, towards the back of the chamber, to another ladder they could now see from the middle of the room.</p><p></p><p>The badly wounded goblin who was alone on his perch had spotted the wizard casting another spell, and aimed for the dragonborn, but felt another missile slam into his chest, looking down slowly at the small bolt that was protruding from his heart, freeing a geyser of blood that sprayed away from his chest in spurts towards the halfling that was rounding a column of earth on the east side of the room.</p><p></p><p>Vrax completed his spell, and hurled the hungry globe of wizard’s fire that was floating above him with deadly accuracy. The burning orb careened narrowly over the dwarf and crashed into the fleeing goblin fully, consuming the form as curdling screams of panic and agony faded and finally gave way to the wanton, destructive crackling of the living fire that obeyed the wizard’s command. Seeing that the room was clear of enemies, he dismissed the globe of fiery death with a thought, and the room followed the hiss of its disappearance into a muted silence.</p><p></p><p>Daichot initially meant to scold the halfling for his poor scouting, and poorer tactics, but saw the rogue had paid the price for his eagerness to attack by the two bolt protruding from his right leg. His armor had stopped them from being lethal, but he was wounded badly enough that he didn’t need to be berated as well. On top of that, Daichot wasn’t sure that he would have objected to Percy attacking from surprise to begin with—and rather just insist he was more accurate.</p><p></p><p>Omar was panting from his fight with the drake, and from the look of the corpses he had dealt with the larger of the two, but did not look worse for wear. The fighter’s plate armor was streaked with dark blood, still hot enough to steam in the cool air of the excavated chamber and he leaned against one of the earth columns trying to slow his breathing. He afforded a nod to the warlord to assure him he was all right, just tired and sore.</p><p></p><p>Vrax on the other hand was gurgling and coughing up gouts of blood as he inspected the wound he had taken from the bolt. The missile had not hit anything vital, but the wizard’s usually pale pallor was more akin to a corpse now. Daichot looked grimly at his old friend. But Vrax waved his look of concern away.</p><p></p><p>“It’s not bad, brother.” As if his body could protest his claims, Vrax coughed up a splatter of blood that drew a shared glance between the dwarf and halfling, neither sure of what to do about it.</p><p></p><p>“Vrax…” Daichot began, ready to suggest the wizard return home.</p><p></p><p>“You don’t know me that well, Daichot.” The wizard gulped in air as he recovered from the fit of bloody coughs. “This is normal,” he slumped back against the wall, almost too tired to hold himself upright, “when I exert my powers that much. It’s just been awhile since I pushed my limits. I’ll be fine.”</p><p></p><p>Daichot didn’t argue with the wizard, and tended to the quarrel that was protruding from his own leg, stopped by his armor, but painfully piercing the flesh of this thigh as he moved. Yanking the missile free of his armor, he chucked the wooden bolt to the ground and spoke through gritted teeth. “I’m really getting sick of these little cowards!”</p><p></p><p>“No offense meant, I’m sure,” said Percy, pulling free one of the bolts he had fired and inspecting if it could be reused.</p><p></p><p>Daichot sighed heavily as he looked over at the halfling, and Omar chuckled painfully against the bruises from his fall. He didn’t answer as he started to look about the room.</p><p></p><p>“We need to rest. Do we leave and come back, or maintain a vigil here?”</p><p></p><p>***************</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Xorn, post: 4409191, member: 61231"] A rhythmic sound of tools striking packed earth trickled up the corridor to the adventurers as they descended the steps they found past the east door. The soft light from the end of Vrax’s spear, conjured with just a flick of his wrist, was giving way to gentle shadows as the stonework became increasingly caked with muddy tracks heading both directions. A flickering light ahead of them and the commotion they could hear suggested there was definitely someone or something in the chamber. South of the wall they were huddled against quietly, another passage branched off, where the air was cooler, and stank with the sickly-sweet smell of decay and old mud. Oddly, no tracks came out of that chamber, and the walls were not formed by masonry centuries before, but natural rock formations, the only sign of tools being used on them was the hewn stairs descending into the darkness. As Percy knelt down close to the descent and listened intently, he felt confident he had heard everything he was going to. Huddling close to the others, he spoke in a whisper. “Okay, I just hear some rats sqeaking that way,” he pointed to the rocky staircase to the south, before directing his attention to the east again and continuing. “That way, I hear goblins, digging for something.” “Could you understand them?” “No,” he shook his head, “but they sounded like they might be arguing, from the tone of their voices. So which way do we go? I think we could slip down the stairs here and they’d never know we were here.” “’At’s true enough,” added Omar, “but I don’t reckon any of ‘em use ‘em stairs much. All the commotion is in there.” He inclined his chin towards the sound of tools being used to accentuate his point. They were both looking at Daichot, who at some point in their travels, had began making decisions when they came to them. “Don’t suppose you can feel a direction for the portal now, Vrax?” The dragonborn started to answer when a convulsing urge to cough struck him. Wincing at the coming sound, Percy closed his eyes and braced for the echo, but it never came. Risking a peek he saw the wizard had buried his face in his robes and his shoulders shook as he fought the urge to cough. Finally regaining his composure, but unwilling to risk testing his voice, he just shook his head from side to side quickly. “Well, then I’m inclined to agree. If they’re trying to get to the portal, I would think there would be a lot of traffic coming and going, and the sounds are that way.” The warlord rose to standing, towering over the others, and gripped his axe tightly. “Should I scout ahead?” asked the halfling. Daichot considered for a moment and agreed with a nod. “If you can do so discreetly, just an idea of what’s in there.” Percy nodded in understanding and loaded his crossbow quietly before creeping up to the edge of the corridor they were in, which opened up into the chamber where they could all hear the clang and clunk of tools now. The rogue peeked his head into the room for a few seconds, then he leaned back into the cover of the hall. He smiled and reached across his chest with his left hand, holding his dagger sideways with three fingers extended, indicating his count. Omar nodded and Daichot relayed the number to Vrax, and motioned for the wizard to stay behind him as they breached the room. Omar and Daichot were five paces from the corner when they noticed Percy was taking aim around the corner. “Percy!” Daichot rasped as in a whisper as loud as he dared, “Wait!” The halfling glanced back at him with a mischievous grin and mouthed the word, Relax. He then looked back around the corner and as the tiny twing of his hand crossbow was not followed by a cry of pain, they didn’t need his explanation that came forthright. “Balls! I missed!” his look of disappointment was marred by the fact that he seemed to be enjoying himself at the same time, and suddenly the nasal cry of an angry goblin preceded a trio of arrows skittering off the corner in into the wall opposite the rogue. “Eep!” he squealed and rushed into the room, already stuffing another bolt into his weapon. “Damned be All, Percy, ye daft ijit!” Omar stomped into the chamber past the rogue quickly catching sight of his assailants across a sea of excavated chamber. The original flooring of the room, which looked to be the same granite and sandstone mixture they had seen throughout the lower level, was missing throughout at least two-thirds of the room, quite obviously being excavated by the trio of goblins who were all frantically reloading crossbows as fast as they could. Throughout the room, pillars of earth still covered by the original flooring showed where the goblins had decided not to dig yet, for whatever reason. Long planks of wood were precariously spanning each of the mini-plateaus and a ladder was visible across the chamber that one of the goblins was abruptly kicking over now, to keep any pursuers from climbing up to his lone perch against the north wall. Spotting a ramp on the eastern side of the entry plateau, Omar ran down the steep grade as fast as he could, trying to find a way over to the goblins that didn’t involve balance beams. Daichot bellowed out a warcry as he charged in on Omar’s heels, following him down the ramp. “Percy! On me, now!” he commanded, as the halfling dove across the first plank and loosed another arrow at the goblin that had just kicked the ladder away from his plateau. The bolt struck the creature in the belly, driving a gasp of wind from the thing and staggering it, but the wound wasn’t enough to bring it down. Vrax took up a position at the corner of the entryway where the walls would provide him some cover, and directed a silvery bolt of magic to streak across the room and strike the wounded goblin with unerring accuracy, and the beast slammed into the wall, but stayed standing. The warlord and fighter reached the bottom of the ramp about ten paces apart, skidding to a stop as they both encountered new enemies they weren’t expecting. As Omar braced for the coming impact and set his shield before him, he heard Percy cry out a warning. “Guard drakes! Two of them!” “We see them, you half-wit thief!” roared Daichot, “No thanks to you!” Both of the warriors saw the drakes charging at them in time to defend themselves, Daichot catching the enormous, tooth-filled mouth of the guard animal with the haft of his axe, sliding backwards in the dirt from the force. The tiefling torqued the weapon around as he drove forward with his strong legs, and yanked the drake about him as it clamped onto his weapon. Carried by the heavy momentum of its off-balance charge, the guard drake was helpless to resist the maneuvering, and the two switched places as it painfully released the axe as the bladed counterswung back into its side. “Percy! Down here! Now!” Daichot yelled as he caught a glimpse of one of the goblins aiming for him. Omar was unable to give his attention to the warlord and rogue as the drake that was after him crashed into the large dragonscale he interposed between them, driving his warhammer up beneath the shield and crushing the thing’s hip with a distinctive pop crack in the hip joint. The drake quickly favored the meaty limb as it shrieked a howling protest at the dwarf. “Help Omar, Percy, I will attend to Daichot.” Vrax was standing at the ledge above the tiefling, who quickly adapted to the new assistance and ducked aside as the drake leaped at him, flying over his body as the warlord rolled back towards the ramp and left the drake to rise before one of the goblins that was closing for a better shot and to goad the drake into pressing the attack. The detonation of the air about the two attackers was not only loud, it was forceful. A ripple of stinging hot air burst out from where the drake and goblin were engulfed by the fiery blast the dragonborn unleashed, causing Percy to reflexively shield his face even from his safe position upon his plateau. While still engulfed by the initial blast fire that the wizard had assaulted them with, Vrax opened his mouth at an angle that looked painful to Daichot and vomited forth a gout of angry orange flame, and extended his hands out with his thumbs interlocked, adding an expanding sheet of magical fire shooting across the hapless pair amidst the blaze. As the torrent of hungry fire groaned in a menacing desire for more flesh, the silhouettes of those caught in the inferno crumpled to the smoking floor of the cavern. A crossbow quarrel, fired from the secluded goblin atop his plateau on the north wall, struck the wizard solidly in the left side, and the mage crumpled to the ground in pain, ceasing the onslaught of his fire spells. Vrax desperately pulled himself over the lip of the tiles down onto the steep ramp, where he landed heavily and slid down to Daichot’s feet. Percy jumped down from his own plateau to land on top of the drake that was trying to find a piece of the dwarf to bite that wasn’t made of metal, driving his dagger deep into skull of the creature, and they both toppled to the ground abruptly as Omar shouldered past the beast before it was even dead to give chase to the middle goblin who had been taking pot shots at the dwarf from the cover of the earth pillars. As Daichot ran through the dying flames without noticing the heat, he saw Omar emerging from the other side and the goblin frantically trying to find a place to run. Before the green humanoid could change direction, the warlord’s axe was sweeping towards it, but instead of cleaving the goblin in two, the head of the weapon sank deep into a pillar to his left, and the nimble creature dug its feet in and sprang away from the new attacker. Omar’s warhammer swept over its head as it ducked under him and ran north, towards the back of the chamber, to another ladder they could now see from the middle of the room. The badly wounded goblin who was alone on his perch had spotted the wizard casting another spell, and aimed for the dragonborn, but felt another missile slam into his chest, looking down slowly at the small bolt that was protruding from his heart, freeing a geyser of blood that sprayed away from his chest in spurts towards the halfling that was rounding a column of earth on the east side of the room. Vrax completed his spell, and hurled the hungry globe of wizard’s fire that was floating above him with deadly accuracy. The burning orb careened narrowly over the dwarf and crashed into the fleeing goblin fully, consuming the form as curdling screams of panic and agony faded and finally gave way to the wanton, destructive crackling of the living fire that obeyed the wizard’s command. Seeing that the room was clear of enemies, he dismissed the globe of fiery death with a thought, and the room followed the hiss of its disappearance into a muted silence. Daichot initially meant to scold the halfling for his poor scouting, and poorer tactics, but saw the rogue had paid the price for his eagerness to attack by the two bolt protruding from his right leg. His armor had stopped them from being lethal, but he was wounded badly enough that he didn’t need to be berated as well. On top of that, Daichot wasn’t sure that he would have objected to Percy attacking from surprise to begin with—and rather just insist he was more accurate. Omar was panting from his fight with the drake, and from the look of the corpses he had dealt with the larger of the two, but did not look worse for wear. The fighter’s plate armor was streaked with dark blood, still hot enough to steam in the cool air of the excavated chamber and he leaned against one of the earth columns trying to slow his breathing. He afforded a nod to the warlord to assure him he was all right, just tired and sore. Vrax on the other hand was gurgling and coughing up gouts of blood as he inspected the wound he had taken from the bolt. The missile had not hit anything vital, but the wizard’s usually pale pallor was more akin to a corpse now. Daichot looked grimly at his old friend. But Vrax waved his look of concern away. “It’s not bad, brother.” As if his body could protest his claims, Vrax coughed up a splatter of blood that drew a shared glance between the dwarf and halfling, neither sure of what to do about it. “Vrax…” Daichot began, ready to suggest the wizard return home. “You don’t know me that well, Daichot.” The wizard gulped in air as he recovered from the fit of bloody coughs. “This is normal,” he slumped back against the wall, almost too tired to hold himself upright, “when I exert my powers that much. It’s just been awhile since I pushed my limits. I’ll be fine.” Daichot didn’t argue with the wizard, and tended to the quarrel that was protruding from his own leg, stopped by his armor, but painfully piercing the flesh of this thigh as he moved. Yanking the missile free of his armor, he chucked the wooden bolt to the ground and spoke through gritted teeth. “I’m really getting sick of these little cowards!” “No offense meant, I’m sure,” said Percy, pulling free one of the bolts he had fired and inspecting if it could be reused. Daichot sighed heavily as he looked over at the halfling, and Omar chuckled painfully against the bruises from his fall. He didn’t answer as he started to look about the room. “We need to rest. Do we leave and come back, or maintain a vigil here?” *************** [/QUOTE]
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