Brave New Planes

[Paxus Asclepius]

The adventurers pay the barkeep and enter the underworld.

They are lowered on a rope, suspended from the ceiling by a block and tackle of immense proportions. After fifty feet, the light from above is entirely gone, and they descend in utter darkness until coming to rest on a sandy surface.

 

[Serpenteye]

Meanwhile Sandorel casts his second spell (unless the DM finds it horribly broken), feeling his conciousness expand to several new levels.

 

[Wrahn]

Meekel looks around for Brystania and her friends, not seeing them, he goes to the barkeep and ask for an ale and will move to an empty chair by a group of roudy adventurer types I hope they didn't beat me here, ah well, there is only so much orc slaying one can stomach before one grows bored with it Meekel thinks to himself, Ah well, I will wait for them here, perhaps they will return and I can join them on the morrow.

 

[Paxus Asclepius]

"I couldn't help but overhear you are going down into the bowels of Halaster's lair. It might be interesting, you never know what you might find down there. Would you like some assistance?" says the now familiar nasal voice.

Meekel steps out from behind a table where he was apparently sitting, talking to a group of what look like the lowest form of scum, adventurers. "There is without a doubt much territory to cover, especially starting here, at the top. I am afraid that you won't find much to challenge you or much in the way of wealth exploring the top."

"I know of a few alternate entry points which may serve better for ones of your power and skill, if you are interested."

OOC: Making a few assumptions here, like 1) Meekel knows deeper enterances into the Undermountain and 2) that he overheard Conan's conversation with the group and made it here before them.

The first assumption is fine; the second is inaccurate, primarily to avoid backtracking. You can always go down after them, if you want to catch them quickly.

 

[Endur]

The Cimmerian lights a torch and holds the torch in his left hand.

He draws and holds his new sword in his right hand.

 

[Paxus Asclepius]

The Cimmerian lights a torch and holds the torch in his left hand.

He draws and holds his new sword in his right hand.

The room is squarish, some forty feet across, and floored in loose sand. Bits of bone poke out here and there. The walls are lined with rusted, cracked, and otherwise worthless shields, adorned with faded emblems. A single passage leads to the south.

 

[Endur]

While waiting for the others to descend, the Cimmerian listens to see if he hears any movement or other sounds in the distance.

He also smells the air and watches carefully how the torch flickers to note if there is a breeze.

 

[Paxus Asclepius]

While waiting for the others to descend, the Cimmerian listens to see if he hears any movement or other sounds in the distance.

He also smells the air and watches carefully how the torch flickers to note if there is a breeze.

There is no wind nor noise, save the creak of the rope and the faintly-heard chatter of the bar patrons.

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

Brystasia Purelove: Half-Nymph/Female (Avenger/Favored Soul/Heartwarder)

Brystasia fills quite comfortable in the bar full of rogues and the less than savory members of civilization as she continues to grin and laugh at their jokes as she slowly sips the surprising wonderful wine. Silently worried about Conan she turns to the hole and yells, “Conan, don’t do anything rash down there! If you want to go deep into Undermountain we will need my equipment and maybe for the others to accompany us.”

OOC: Also I think it's safe to assume that Brystasia couldn't get drunk with one drink but if you fill different please roll.

 

[Endur]

After determining that there is only one way to go (other than up), the Cimmerian heads off down the corridor to see what sort of terrible creatures live in the Undermountain.