Academy of Drell, Part 6

[Argent Silvermage]

Lyrique looks at Mortimer and says, "Hey.. Could this be linked with the Orc camp? Maybe their waste disposal system? Could we use it to get to them?"

 

[Jarval]

"Sound thinking." Mortimer nods at Lyrique. "If it does, we might be able to avoid a hell of a lot of trouble. Anyone want to join me in a wade through some rubbish?"

 

[Tokiwong]

Keith nods, though not happy with the decision... "Then lets go, Boromin, use your dwarf vision to be our guide... through the muck and darkness."

 

[Jeremy]

"Yich. I'm with you." My poor nasal passages..

 

[Velenne]

A wade through rubbish!? Surely he jests....no, no I can see he plainly does not. By the Gleaming Blade of Corellan, these orcs will PAY for making me wade through garbage!

"Ah, so good to see you back on your feet, Boromin. Some had thought you lost, but I can see that it takes more than a few punches and kicks to keep a good dwarf down. Shall we be about this mucky endeavor then?"

 

[Calim]

"Aye, let's be about this then." Paendaerig is still keeping watch bow drawn just in case.

 

[Dalamar]

Sildarin silently follows the others. Those that look at him, will notice that he is holding his chest.

 

[Zhure]

Boromin looks almost too pleased to be chosen as the lead to foray deeper into the foul-swelling watery cave. He makes sure and steady progresses, loudly calling back warnings when his keen dwarven eyes pick out minor pitfalls, or particularly odius bits of offal.

After a few hundred feet the water runs a little bit deeper and it becomes clear this isn't the run-off from any orcish camp. The sheer size of some of the waste material - for lack of a better term - indicates giants are the source of this sewage.

Floating amidst the disgusting flotsam is a discarded set of wooden cutlery, broken and splintered. The fork alone is over a foot long.

 

[Tokiwong]

Keith wrinkles his nose... "It is safe to assume, that we are in close proximity to the giants... a place we do not wish to be... perhaps we should turn back..."

 

[Jarval]

"I'm with you there, Keith." Mortimer looks at the fork with a cautious eye. "Orcs are one thing, but giants are quite another. We'd need a good army at our backs before I'd want to try and tackle them."

He turns around to head back, but notices Sildarin clutching his chest. "Are you well? You look like you need a healer."