Adventures in the lands of Syrael (IC)

[Al the Absentminded]

"This is not their proper land," agrees Luhal. "But no fire - too easy for the webs to catch, burn us all. Should hurry, smash eggs before they hatch, stop the swarm from forming."

He brings one end of his staff down hard on a particularly lively egg.

-Albert

 

[Rhun]

Randmar

"I suppose...still like the thought of burning them to a crisp, though." The warrior shrugs, and begins to hack and smash eggs apart with his weapons.

 

[Lot]

Ostu eyes the eggs with a sigh

"Great. I love my glamorous life," he moans as he crushes one of the eggs under his heel with a slight pop.

 

[jkason]

Weel Naxel, roguish human cleric

Weel grimaces at the sight and holds back a shudder.

"I certainly never expected this on my walkabout," he mumbles. As he joins the others in destroying the eggs, he pulls out the holy symbol hidden in his tunic, holding it in one hand and readying a prayer to weaken enemies even as he hopes he won't need it.

[sblock=OOC]He's hacking at eggs with his sword, but he's readied to cast Bane should they be faced with multiple attackers again (he'll hold off casting it if they wind up only facing a single foe)[/sblock]

 

[Bloodweaver1]

Heclar Kal'lack

"I have a bad feeling about this..." Mumbles the elder dwarf. Going against the forst walker's advice, he begins lighting and then throwing the groups torches through the hatchery. "Sorry my friend, but time is luxurary that we do not have." Comments Heclar as he throws the light torches.

 

[penance]

And so the group began clearing out the lair, destroying the eggs before their residents could leave. Heclar threw a few torches, but few caught fire; it looks as though it is too damp to start a real blaze. When the party had moved through about 2/3 of the cave, they noticed a pile of corpses; the orginator of the stench. It looks as though the elves that ventured into the cave in the past met with an untimely end, about five days past. Luhal, being the ones who sees them first, notices a sparkle on one elves' hand.

 

[Rhun]

Randmar nods at Draethan. "I do not know the funeral rituals of the elves, but it seems to me that we should search the fallen for usable items. I mean no offense, of course, simply trying to be pragmatic." The ranger shrugs. "It is your call, as they are your people."

 

[penance]

"I concede that we should gather any items we can; I would like to find identification so I can report to my supieriors." He sighs; in the torchlight you can see he looks rather.. pale. Even for an elf. "Whatever we do, we must hurry. It looks as if our dwarven friends' torches might be more effective than I thought." Indeed, it did look as though the torches were starting to catch the web. Slowly, fire begun to crawl up the walls of the cave.

 

[Rhun]

Randmar quickly begins to search the bodies, looking for items of value or fine make, or anything that might be of use to he and his companions. He also looks for anything that may provide clue to the fallen elves' identities.

 

[jkason]

Weel Naxel, roguish human cleric

Weel lets the more martial among them continue with the eggs' destruction. Instead, he joins in the search of the bodies, praying softly for the deceased as he does so, and laying them out in a more dignified fashion than the crass pile of corpses the spiders had left them in.