Plickit backpedaled further from the massive spider and threw one of his throwing wedges at the thing. It impeded deep into the hide of the spider, but then wrenched free and flipped back to the thri-kreen’s hand.
Barely able to move, Mytrym lashed out at the spider. He was barely able to swing his large sword, and the effort it took just to swing it made the resulting attack useless. The spider reared back as if to strike again, but before it could Delorian leapt forward and into the air. He spun and lashed out with a kick right into one of the joints of the spider’s legs. As if howling in pain, the spider let out a screech of some sort and began to back down into the massive webbing.
Tanerus rushed forward to the edge of the ledge and point one of the wands he had at the thing. Nothing happened. The halfling cursed at the useless length of bone, “Work damn it!”
“We can’t let it get away,” muttered Delorian. He leapt over the edge once again. This time when he landed on the spider, he grabbed a hold and began repeatedly pounding on the thing’s back.
The creature slipped through thicker strands of webbing, trying to catch Delorian on one particularly thick tangle. The monk was not about to stay around and get stuck again, so he pulled a shadow over him and stepped through, reappearing back on the ledge.
His arms raised Amador called forth the power of his god and sent a column of fire erupting through the monstrous creature. Though the flames did not seem to hurt creature, something about the holy energy involved seemed to tear at the very fabric that held the beast together.
Tanerus studied the spider from the ledge, squinting to try and see if it was still moving. He shrugged, “Can’t hurt to make sure.” Again he pointed the wand at the thing, as he had learned to do. Again nothing happened.
Naria smirked and quipped, “Perhaps you are holding the wrong end.”
Also wanting to make sure the thing was dead, Plickit tossed his returning chatka at the thing once more. Again the wedge thunked into the thing. It certainly seemed dead now, it wasn’t moving at all.
Amador quickly knelt to try and help Mytrym stand. After the paladin was on his feat, the cleric muttered a soft prayer, sending healing energy coursing through the aasimar.
Mytrym growled, “We should back off.” Amador nodded and started leading Mytrym towards the shaft leading up out of the room. Plickit was there first, and he sprung up the shaft and grabbed the edge. He hauled himself up and tied his rope onto the ring and tossed it down to the rest of the group.
As they began hauling people up, Delorian voiced a concern, “If we flee from this ledge, we will have to retake it, something I think would be very difficult.”
Tanerus shook his head, “So would keeping Mytrym alive if he was attacked here. We need to at least have him and the others up top, you, Plickit and I can hide here and try to keep the drow at bay.”
Plickit nodded and the three found places to hide along the ledge, but still looking down into the darkness.
Up top, the others tried to get comfortable. Unfortunately they would not even be allowed to get to sleep before they were disturbed.
Will’s Apartment
Dagger Falls
Marpenoth 4th, Late Evening
Will smiled over at Serin, “Ready to get back?”
The archer grinned and wrinkled her nose. “Do we have to go back so soon, we did just get here.”
Will smirked, “I wish we could stay longer, but I did accept the position as Chancellor, Gregor is pretty lost without me.”
Serin sighed and shrugged, “I guess we have no choice then. I do so hate this…” She grabbed a hold of Will’s belt and closed her eyes tight. “Maybe if I don’t look it won’t make me as sick…”
Will never answered, his voice was low as he muttered the incantation to the teleportation spell. The world shifted around the pair, then shimmered and came back into focus. The sickness was almost imperceptible, probably because they had not moved an inch. They still stood in Will’s apartment.
Serin grinned before opening her eyes, “That wasn’t bad at all.” She opened her eyes then blinked, “Oh. But I thought if it failed we would be dead…”
Will frowned, “No if it was unsuccessful we could be dead… failing to teleport us at all means that something is blocking teleports into Tethyamar.”
“But you’ve teleported back there before.”
Will nodded, “Aye.”
“So what can do that?”
“Magic, powerful magic.”
“But I’m pretty sure the dwarves can’t do that.”
Will sighed and sat down hard on the edge of his bed. He looked back to Serin, “In order for someone to cast that spell they would have to be inside the mines. And the only way to do that would be if the dwarves were…” He looked at the book dangle by its leather straps at his side.
Serin finished the sentence for him. “Dead.”
Above Szith Morcane
Underdark
Marpenoth 4th, A Couple of Hours Prior to Midnight
Tanerus blinked and glanced over at Plickit. The thri-kreen ranger nodded. He saw the movement too. Out of one of the holes in the chasm wall below a drow had slipped onto one of the ladders and was starting down further into the chasm, heading for another hole in the wall.
Plickit clicked softly, “Trying to-tck warn others-tck.”
Tanerus nodded and loaded his crossbow. Both heroes leaned over the ledge at once. Tanerus fired his crossbow and Plickit tossed his returning chatka. Both missiles slammed into the drow sentry below. He started to climb back up immediately.
He was the least of their worries. A drow spellguard leaned out of the hole and pointed up at them. Ice and snow materialized around the trio, slamming into all three for several seconds. It had been a trap, the spellguard had baited them to see if they would reveal themselves. It had worked perfectly.
Tanerus tried to retaliate with a searing light spell from one of his wands. The wand leapt to life in his hands and a bolt of light slammed into the spellguard. His drow innate resistance to magic kicked in though, and he was able to shrug off the magic light and leap back into the hole below, disappearing with the spellguard from sight.
Tanerus and Plickit backed away from the edge for a few moments, then they and Delorian glanced back over the ledge, only to see no one in sight, the drow must have been testing to see if they were still up there or not.
Delorian did not even say a word; he just pulled the shadows over him, disappearing from sight. He then stepped through the shadows and appeared off to one side of the hole the two drow had come out of. He could see a pair of drow guards, crouched at the end of a funnel shaped corridor. A ten-foot bottleneck led into the next room.
Time started to slip away. The drow guards seemed content to crouch near the hallway, watching the edge of the ledge from the safety of their position.
Tanerus glanced over the edge and frowned, “Its too hard to see down there, I need more light.”
The shadow hissed at him, “No fool, light is bad …”
The halfling growled, “Hush,” then fished an oil flask from his pack. He stuffed a cloth into the bottle and leaned over and threw it at the ledge.
Delorian was surprised when the ledge some fifteen from his current position, burst into flames at the sounds of a smashed bottle. Instantly the guards reacted, they started to back down the hallway, and both posted up in the corners of the next doorway, waiting to shoot whatever stuck its head out.
Plickit and Tanerus began moving closer to the lower ledge. Tanerus pulled out a scroll and fumbled through a spell that would let him climb like a spider. It worked and the halfling was soon scrambling across the webs to get a good vantage point on the hallway. He was easily concealable within the webbing, and was confident he would not be seen. Regardless he pulled the shadows closest to him around him, increasing his chances of remaining hidden. Plickit was sliding down the ladder quickly and was about halfway there.
Meanwhile Delorian crept forward, inching towards the guard’s, shadows still completely obscuring him from sight by even the keen dark elven vision. He stopped just in front of one of the guards, and then glanced beyond him into the room. Though he could only see part of the room, he saw at least eight more drow within. Worse still, he could hear the shuffling and breathing of several more in the corners of the room he could not see. There had to be near a score of drow within the room, all were armed, and all looked ready for a fight.
Delorian turned and began to retreat out of the room. He had to warn the others off, make sure they did not do anything rash. He was too late. Tanerus, knowing that drow were hiding just beyond the corridor he could see pulled out his wand of fireballs. The monk saw the pea shaped ball of fire streaking into the passage and rolled to the ground and to one side. Fire exploded within the room beyond.
There were cries of surprise from within, and then the sounds of an officer barking, “Go, go, go! Kill the intruders!”