TaranTheWanderer
Legend
Merrick also waits to see what the Kobold will say. Is he stalling? He thinks suspiciously.
(5.24 PBP) Vault of the Dracolich (IC) Redux
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FitzTheRuke
Legend
Team Caves
The kobold, who's name was Pikki, shook violently as Urgan pointed out the low tunnel. She was terrified, and she said, with Merrick translating, "That way is Death! The Dragon Vaults! No, no - Digging is this way! Come!"
And she slid down a steep slope to where the tunnel bottomed out briefly before raising steeply again after only a brief flat, gravel-bottomed grotto, where she called out, "Don't step there!"
She then gesticulated toward four or five locations in quick succession before scurrying up the other side. Come, come!"
The kobold, who's name was Pikki, shook violently as Urgan pointed out the low tunnel. She was terrified, and she said, with Merrick translating, "That way is Death! The Dragon Vaults! No, no - Digging is this way! Come!"
And she slid down a steep slope to where the tunnel bottomed out briefly before raising steeply again after only a brief flat, gravel-bottomed grotto, where she called out, "Don't step there!"
She then gesticulated toward four or five locations in quick succession before scurrying up the other side. Come, come!"
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Urgan follows as best he can, placing a silver piece on the ground each place he steps.
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TaranTheWanderer
Legend
Merrick also follows closely.
“So no safe places to rest and eat?”
“So no safe places to rest and eat?”
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FitzTheRuke
Legend
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Shamal dances along, following his new friend closely, gesticulating for the others to quickly move.
Yalla! The desert fox gets the morning dew!
Yalla! The desert fox gets the morning dew!
FitzTheRuke
Legend
Team Caves
Merrick followed the kobold, Pikki, while Urgan made markings where it seemed safest to step, but Merrick stepped (only inches) off of the safe path to allow Shamal to dance past, and suddenly the gravel underfoot shifted as a spiked hunting trap was triggered, and its mouth-like apparatus attempted to clamp down on his leg.
"Not there!" Pikki called from above in a chirping, chastising tone, as if it should have somehow been a simple thing.
Merrick followed the kobold, Pikki, while Urgan made markings where it seemed safest to step, but Merrick stepped (only inches) off of the safe path to allow Shamal to dance past, and suddenly the gravel underfoot shifted as a spiked hunting trap was triggered, and its mouth-like apparatus attempted to clamp down on his leg.
"Not there!" Pikki called from above in a chirping, chastising tone, as if it should have somehow been a simple thing.
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TaranTheWanderer
Legend
Merrick stepped off the path but as the gravel gave way he grabbed a jagged piece of rock in the cave wall
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FitzTheRuke
Legend
Team Lake
With both living cultists now in the lake, Darius went to the transporter and had a look at the pattern, trying to discern how to control it. But without stepping inside, an act that he was reluctant to do, he could not guess how to establish control.
The cultists splashed about, bitten by swarming fish, but they both, somewhat miraculously made it to the bank, with one pulling over Loklafd's wall of kayaks before climbing over it. The big northman moved to intercept, impaling the cultist with his spear. The other cultist made it out of the water in the north, but before he could gather his feet, the lizardfolk Guldred appeared out of the shadows and stabbed him dead with a rusted, but sharp bladed shortsword.
For a brief moment, the cavern was quiet, with only the sound of running water, and the splashing of a few fish that had stayed on the cultists' person, and were now flopping their way back to the water.
With both living cultists now in the lake, Darius went to the transporter and had a look at the pattern, trying to discern how to control it. But without stepping inside, an act that he was reluctant to do, he could not guess how to establish control.
The cultists splashed about, bitten by swarming fish, but they both, somewhat miraculously made it to the bank, with one pulling over Loklafd's wall of kayaks before climbing over it. The big northman moved to intercept, impaling the cultist with his spear. The other cultist made it out of the water in the north, but before he could gather his feet, the lizardfolk Guldred appeared out of the shadows and stabbed him dead with a rusted, but sharp bladed shortsword.
For a brief moment, the cavern was quiet, with only the sound of running water, and the splashing of a few fish that had stayed on the cultists' person, and were now flopping their way back to the water.
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FitzTheRuke
Legend
Team Infiltrate
As the battle in the prisons raged, the room suddenly shook, as if the mountain itself were angry. The cultist bearing the poison breath side-stepped Lorent's charge, and sneered, saying, "You've done it now, you fool! The Dracolich is angered by your pitiful presence!"
Then he breathed a cloud of noxious gas, which yet again swirled around Lorent, choking his breath and stinging his eyes.
Terrin had moved back to the middle of the room, anticipating the sound of shouting that came only moments later, as the doors that Siobhan guarded opened, and a handful of angry cultists poured forth.
Stryke the Drow could hear them coming, and he nodded to Terrin, saying, "I think now is the time to be leaving, as you say!"
He ducked a frustrated swing by Rowlow and cut the grizzled mercenary's arm with his shortsword. But the scrappy old merc spun sideways and slammed the drow with a spiked gauntlet. He stepped between the Drow and Terrin, saying, "Yer goin' nowhere but the nine hells!"
As if to add weight to the point, Getan picked up Rowlow's discarded crossbow, loaded it with his own quarrel, and fired it at Terrin, striking him in the shoulder.
By the cages, Saphirion and Copper finished off the cultist who had fallen on Copper's ball-bearings.
As the battle in the prisons raged, the room suddenly shook, as if the mountain itself were angry. The cultist bearing the poison breath side-stepped Lorent's charge, and sneered, saying, "You've done it now, you fool! The Dracolich is angered by your pitiful presence!"
Then he breathed a cloud of noxious gas, which yet again swirled around Lorent, choking his breath and stinging his eyes.
Terrin had moved back to the middle of the room, anticipating the sound of shouting that came only moments later, as the doors that Siobhan guarded opened, and a handful of angry cultists poured forth.
Stryke the Drow could hear them coming, and he nodded to Terrin, saying, "I think now is the time to be leaving, as you say!"
He ducked a frustrated swing by Rowlow and cut the grizzled mercenary's arm with his shortsword. But the scrappy old merc spun sideways and slammed the drow with a spiked gauntlet. He stepped between the Drow and Terrin, saying, "Yer goin' nowhere but the nine hells!"
As if to add weight to the point, Getan picked up Rowlow's discarded crossbow, loaded it with his own quarrel, and fired it at Terrin, striking him in the shoulder.
By the cages, Saphirion and Copper finished off the cultist who had fallen on Copper's ball-bearings.
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