Adventures in the lands of Syrael (IC)

[Bloodweaver1]

Heclar Kal'lack

Helcar mumbles an old Dwarven prayer as he moves toward the large pile of Elven bodies. Placing his polearm on the ground he helps the rest of the group rummage through the pile for anything that could be of value.

Afterwards
"Let their bodies fuel fire that will be their revenge." With that he takes one of the lite torches and throws it into the pile of bodies.

 

[Al the Absentminded]

Noticing the bodies, and then the sparkle, Luhal stoops down and picks up the hand wearing the ring that he noticed, triggering the activity everyone else described.

"These are not mere strangers, but kin of allies," he notes. "Draethan, would be helpful to know the customs of your people - are armaments and such of the fallen pre-gifted to heirs?"

Afterwards, Luhal takes a torch and goes hunting for any eggs in corners or crannies. This should also reveal any other exits to the cavern. If there are no other exits, he suggests trying the other passageway.

-Albert

 

[penance]

As Silverdrake moves the body, it can be seen that several small spiderlings have created a nest out of the grisly scene. They hiss at Silverdrake and Luhal, but are quickly killed.

[sblock=loot]You find a magic ring, two purses of gold (240 peices in total), and what looks like a magic wand. Also, it looks as though the dead elves were soilders, with heavy chain armor and finely made longswords. (4 bodies, 3 masterwork longswords, 2 masterwork long bows(+3 mw) as well as a crafted gold locket that says 'Jiiralealisal' on it.[/sblock]

As the bodies are examined, Draethan lets out a gasp. He mutters, "Why are they wearing red and brown? Our Royal Armys' colors are green and grey...." He shakes his head. "No identication besides the locket? Well, burn the bodies I suppose, it would be an honorable burial in war."

At this time the eggs are mostly destroyed and the fire is spreading slowly.

[sblock=notes]I'll add a nice representitive photo of the locket if i can find one when i have more time. anything anyone wants me to add? (descriptors, etc...)[/sblock]

 

[Lot]

Ostu leaves the others to examine the bodies, standing as far away from them as possible.

"So strange for a people who grow so old to be killed before their time. Years and years pass and they stay so young-looking and, just like that, they're snuffed out."

Ostu sighs and looks toward the exit.

"The smoke is getting a bit thick for me. I'll meet you all outside."

 

[Rhun]

Randmar gathers all that he can, and adds the elven bodies to fire to burn. He then moves toward the exit, his cloak held over his mouth and nose to help filter out the smoke. "What is red and brown, among the elves," he asks Draethan as the leave the cave.

 

[penance]

Draethan shakes his head; "'Tis nothing, just that they looked like elven soliders, and our soldiers wear the green and grey livery." He shrugs. "It's rather odd, is all."

As the party makes their way out of the cavern, they come back to the fork in the path, with one direction leading to the webbed forest, and the other tunnel being unexplored. Smoke and the retched smell of burnt spider creep from behind them.

 

[jkason]

Weel Naxel, roguishly human cleric

Weel stabs a thumb in the direction of the other fork. "If we're meant to be clearing this place out, I suppose it's only thorough to take the other fork. I'm a little concerned, though, that we might wind up caught by that fire if we aren't quick and careful."

 

[Rhun]

"Then let's be quick," says Randmar, smiling. He trots off down the other branch of the cavern, his weapons in hand.

 

[Bloodweaver1]

Heclar Kal'lack

“The Queen must be killed or more innocents will suffer the same fait.” States Heclar before he begins to make his way down the unexplored tunnel.

 

[jkason]

Weel Naxel, roguishly human cleric

“The Queen must be killed or more innocents will suffer the same fait.” States Heclar before he begins to make his way down the unexplored tunnel.

Weel gulps a little louder than usual, and smiles nervously as they move.

"A queen?" he says, his voice on the verge of cracking. "So, no diplomatic immunity for royalty, then?"