GREYHAWK CY963 GOLDEN ERA CAMPAIGN: HEROES OF DYVERS: CHAPTER 4

Sylvar follows Lathir with a warning to the other to remain within the sphere if they want to remain invisible. I will hold the sphere as long as possible. Surprise is always good to have.

Vale - A Conversation With Able The Axe, and One Small Step For Dwarves, One Large One...Oh Whatever...

~ Able, if you indeed have something to offer, now's the time to speak up! ~

Vale views the jumping into the teleport circle as a significant risk. Militarily, you send one ahead, and hopefully they come back. However, in the short while he's known these adventurers, they are better as a group than as individuals. He looks at Able to make sure that nothing Undead has come upon them quietly. He asks his questions, "Able, any thoughts you'd like to share? I already know that to teleport somewhere unknowingly is at best risky, and I am loathe to proceed off our main mission, but I'm think I am fine pulling on this thread until it unravels the mystery. What say you?"



Vale proceeds toward the teleport circle behind the main group. He steps through the portal, and appears behind the others in the edges of the invisibility sphere. Disconcerted for a moment, he hears Sylvar's instructions to remain in the sphere, and nods to himself to that action.

He turns back to look at whence he came to find nothing but dirt. No teleport circle. No magical trace of where they were before in Skorane.

"Able, even if you'd have had reservations, it clearly doesn't matter right now. At least in this downpour, other creatures have the same disadvantages that we have vis-à-vis sight and hearing. Can you make out the shapes we see? If so, what say you on our surroundings?"

Respen Hesitates....

~ Interesting place...~

Respen hesitates a moment, edging toward the entrance to this cavern, contemplating collapsing it. He knows as a wizard would that any sorceress, drow or otherwise, vampire or otherwise, would make short work of any obstacles. However, her lieutenants might not fare so well. And the delay would keep them busy. Of course, coming back this way might not be an option afterwards; if it were still blocked, he would have no more spells to move the dirt. If it had been cleared, no doubt traps would be laid.

However, the downward right tunnel might not be so easily fixed. And it would necessarily require some investigation first.

"Comrades, let's go down this tunnel a little to see if there are any other caverns. Uh, everybody? "

Looking back... A summary of the campaign thusfar.

Before following along with the rest to see what there is to see and get drenched in the process, Tam-Tam returns the weapons loaned to him back to Dewydd.

"Thank you again, Dewydd. It was an honor to be bestowed with such weapons; but, I must admit, it will be good to wield the weapons I am most used to."

Tam-Tam scurries along beside the "invisible" rest of the party that seem to be psychologically tethered to Sylvar. Wherever he goes, everyone else is willing to follow. Of course, after being drenched within a mere minute or two has dampened his spirit...literally.

Respen Is Left Behind




Respen:



Momentary frustration turns to resolve. It occurs to him that the entrance to the well was alarmed. If a hole in the ground warranted such protection, certainly this advanced magic would as well. Mumbling to himself, "Surely a wizard who could create these things and trap their use would create some means of notifying him or her of its illicit use." He laughs at his self-description (and those of his mates) as illicit. "If we are going that way, I don't want anyone following us. I really wish I could set a proper trap; we need a misdirection. Since I appear to be the rear guard, I shall provide it."

~ The trap is already laid. It's a matter of some other poor bastard setting it off, and staying alive to tell the tale ~

He works quickly and efficiently, as an experienced hunter would. He reaches into his belt and puts on the hat of disguise, turning his visage into that of a drow elven female in traditional drow armor. ~ Thank you my mentor Auror for providing me with the proverbial book on the dark elves. . He recalls the adage, "When among sheep, don't stand out. When among wolves, however...~



He reaches into his backpack and belt and removes the 50' of rope. He quickly ties the bottom of the rope to the neck of the golem.



He then casts two spells in succession, both from scrolls, his eyes flashing with urgency. He tosses the rope into the air toward the ceiling immediately above the northwestern corner of blue teleport circle as the spell catches the rope "Edra-hie Tucr". The rope stays in place, and Respen climbs the rope, pausing about 12 feet up the rope...



...casting the second spell on the golem's carcass with but a whisper, "Levithurin". The golem's 650 lb. carcass becomes light as a feather. The Respen climbs another 2 feet up the rope, disappearing into an extradimensional space, and he pulls/guides the golem carcass into the space with him, the rope disappearing into the space. A faux-drow necromancer and a dead golem.



He positions the golem's carcass at the edge of where the rope created the opening before he pulled it up. He unties the golem's carcass, and holds the rope. The opaque edges of the extra-dimensional space are eerie in the algae and magical glow below.

~Trapped my ass. ~ Respen thinks, wryly smiling, and he rifles his backpack, removing large sack, a flask of oil and an alchemy fire flask from his belt. He binds the alchemy fire and flask of oil with the sack to create a makeshift bomb.



He then finds three scrolls (Halt Undead, Grease, & Move Earth) that he might well need to cast, and he readies them on his left side of his belt. He readies his potions (Hide from Undead, Cure Light Wounds) to his right side.

Meanwhile, In The City of Shalistaurimon...



































Respen, as you are fiddling with your scrolls and potions, you hear a thumping and clunking sound beneath you; you look down into the cavern through the spell's intra-dimensional window, to see a MASSIVE Iron Golem walking over to a position almost directly beneath you. It carefully avoids stepping onto the circle; coming to a halt, the Golem turns its head upward, its eyes glowing a bright hue of blue.

TO YOUR UTTER AMAZEMENT, THE GOLEM SPEAKS, WITH A SOFT, FEMININE VOICE!

"Hello there, my dear, sweet, Respen. Why are you hiding way up there where I can't see you? Why don't you come down here, and let my pet escort you to my study? We have a lot to talk about. And please, be careful with Number 14. I think he might be repairable, as long as you don't drop him again."

RESPEN: WHAT DO YOU DO?

Thallok: "There are beasts that would like us dead, especially the Orc units stationed here, who consider me a traitor. Perhaps we should kill them before they get us. However, I suggest we find a suitable place to rest and allow those who need it the chance to regain spells. We will have need of them."

I agree, returning to the cave probably isn't the best place. We should find new shelter as soon as possible. Let's keep an eye out for a good site as we travel.