Crossed Paths, Part II

[Inez Hull]

"Yes, going down the stairs certainly seems the safer option, but the fact that this Sergius found the spear head down the well certainly piques my interest."

Ehldannis looks askance at his dwarven companion, "As for Sergius, we know no more than you. The only one of us that had met him before his attack on our camp is Tullius, who is still an unknown quantity to all of us. Brioc, Octar and I have not been fully forthcoming on our reasons for being here, but rest assured we have good intent. Much rests on our mission and perhaps when the time is right we will tell more, but that is Brioc's decsion."

 

[Manzanita]

Mendicus

Mendicus clears his throat. "I hate to leave our horses and equipment cache unguarded, but I'm, er, a bit nervous about staying up here by myself, what with that Sergius and gnolls around. Perhaps I could accompany you all into the tunnels."

 

[Jarval]

"Probably for the best if you come with us." Brioc agrees with Mendicus.

"I think Dhormium has the right idea. The stairs give us an easy escape, should we need it, and perhaps we can find a way to the well shaft once we are below. I've been told a dwarf never loses his sense of direction when he's underground, so perhaps you can guide us in the right direction." He smiles at Dhormium, glad to have the dwarf's keen senses at the ready.

 

[doghead]

Ehldannis gives an exhausted sigh as he at last breaks out of his spell trance. He places the spear on the ground and takes a moment to reaquaint himself with his surroundings,.... and notices all of his companions staring at him expectantly.

"Alas my friends, I am able to add little to what we already know. The spear is definitely magical, but eluded my attempts to discern it's nature. Which is strange in itself, for I am confident that the divination was correctly wrought. It suggests to me that the spear is either protected somehow, or......."

Ehldannis's angular brows furrow in concern and he strokes his chin in careful consideration, "Or, the spear is of a magic of an entirely greater magnitude, a masterwork, a pinnacle of craftsmanship,..... an artifact of power."

Ehldannis's words concern Marcus. He can't but help feeling that the relationship between the dragon and the spearhead is more than simply giver and gift. His grandfather spoke of old magicks, artifacts, yes he had used that word, with intelligence of their own.

Enough for now Marcus, get ready for what is about to come.

 

[Manzanita]

Camp

Mendicus tosses a rope over a high branch & pulls the food, wrapped in canvas off the ground, & out of reach of most animals. The horses cannot effectively be tied, for risk of entanglement in the many trees, so they must be left to forrage.

Any other prep for your descent? Please describe your approach to the stairs.

 

[eoghanbt]

Tullius occasionally glances over his shoulder at the continued confab around the spear point, but he moves about the ruins of the camp, inspecting tracks and looking for clues to what occured after he was hauled away. <Track Feat/Skill here...> And..perhaps..find another blade in the detritus of the two battles.

Satisfied finally with his search, he walks slowly back towards the gathered members of the ad-hoc expedition, such as it is.

"The well was never really explored...the tunnel much more so, and is stable...or was.."

 

[Krilith]

Any other prep for your descent? Please describe your approach to the stairs.

"I'd like to walk at the head of the group when we enter the tunnels, tullis' remark about it being stable or not concerns be a bit. Marcus, i'll take it you would like to be at the front as well, i could follow you closely and warn you for unstable ground or look into the dark for you"

ooc: Dhormium will keep an eye at the stability of the tunnels

 

[doghead]

ooc: will get marcus sorted for the trip asap and let you know.

"I'd like to walk at the head of the group when we enter the tunnels, tullis' remark about it being stable or not concerns be a bit. Marcus, i'll take it you would like to be at the front as well, i could follow you closely and warn you for unstable ground or look into the dark for you"

Marcus shudders.

"I would rather be up here under the stars, truth be told."

He pauses for a moment, then adds.

"Though why do you think I would be up front?"

 

[Inez Hull]

As his companions are readying themselves to enter the stairs, Ehldannis takes a moment to engage in a quick spellcasting ritual, leaving his skin shining with a faint metallic sheen.

[Casts Mage Armour]

 

[doghead]

As he waits for a reply, Marcus shifts the quiver of bolts into a more comfortable position. The bow and longsword remain with the rest of his gear, wrapped in canvas. The familier shortsword is at his belt, along with a couple of daggers. Those that know him know that there are a couple more tucked away out of sight. He adjusts the rag that he now uses, Marcus not having made time for a haircut, to hold back his dark curly hair.

While still slender, he carries his gear more easily now, having become accustomed to doing so. He has a small bag across his back, along with the crossbow. In his left hand he carries a lantern. If you look closely enough, you might notice the mail beneath the warm travelling clothes.

Marcus completely fails to notice Ehldannis's casting, so is somewhat taken aback when the sun catches and glints off the spellcaster's skin.

A completely unrelated thought occures to Marcus.

"I assume that while we are not planning an extended foray below, most of have at least some food, water and a blanket with them? Enough for a couple of days if need be. That is what I have."