[D&D 4e] IG's "Those Left Behind, Chapter 4(e)"

[Scotley]

Rogash

The Rogue curses in three languages as the lock frustrates his attempt. He redoubles his efforts.

OOC: Take 20? For a 39?

 

[industrygothica]

The Rogue curses in three languages as the lock frustrates his attempt. He redoubles his efforts.

OOC: Take 20? For a 39?

The stubborn dwarf refuses to be beaten by a simple lock, and finally succeeds.

(OOC: I'm pretty sure there is no taking of the 20 in 4e, but I'm gonna let you make it this time, just for the funny pic. )

 

[Scotley]

Rogash

The dwarf rises from his work brushing the flecks of rust from his hands and beard. "Guess my skills were a little rusty." He says with a chuckle at his own wit. Taking up his axe he opens the gate.

 

[Shayuri]

"That, or the lock was," Talashia notes with a smirk. "Either way, good work. Lets get out of here now." She glanced up. "Shazi, scout ahead. Stay out of sight."

Shazi sighed...or at least there was a sigh-like noise from the air over Talashia...and then the sound of quiet wingbeats receded into the passage.

(OOC - Actually you can take 20 in 4e. The rules for taking 10 and 20 are almost the same as 3.5 in fact. Shazi will fly straight ahead until one of the following happens: He sees something dangerous, he encounters a door or other obstruction, he reaches his maximum range of 20 squares away from Talashia; after which he will return to Talashia. He'll take note of any side passages, count them, but not explore them. When he returns, he'll inform Tala what he saw.)

 

[Scotley]

Rogash

The dwarf gives a little bow in acknowledgment of the praise. He sets off in a sedate pursuit of the spirit, keeping his eyes open and his axe ready.

 

[Friadoc]

Buurt takes up the rearguard position, acting more as a sweeper due to his ability to get upfront, quickly, if needed.

 

[jkason]

Shaimon Hu'u, druidic human ranger

Shai pats Dyspeer on the head and joins the others, moving forward.

"I don't know about the rest of you, but soon's we find someplace where we can put our back 'gainst a wall, I need a breather."

 

[Leif]

Uulark Simental, Longtooth Shifter Cleric of Sehanine L11

With a lump in her throat, Talashia accepts Uulark's hanky.

"You're quite the gentleman, aren't you?" the orbiting Shazi asks of Uulark. "When you give a lady flowers, do you stick them in a generous lump of compost first, so they'll keep?"

Uulark considers, "Hmmm, compost.... that's actually a useful idea of sorts, Shazi. I shall endeavor to recall that when needed."

Uulark moves to join the others as well.

 

[industrygothica]

The chain relocks without much difficulty. The corridor ahead is dry and dusty. It turns back in on itself a few times, but it opens up quicker than you expect onto the face of a small cliff. The sun hangs high in the cloudless sky, its rays glittering off the rippled waters at the mouth of the Silverstream River, leaving no doubt how the river acquired its name.

A small herd of cattle drink from the fresh water.

OOC: Click here for a photo, by Ben Visbeek.

 

[jkason]

Shaimon Hu'u, druidic human ranger

Shai's eyes brighten at the sight of the outdoors, but rather than speaking, his entire form suddenly dries and collapses into something most closely resembling a pile of fall leaves. A large sheepdog bursts forth from the pile, which scatters and evaporates as Shai-dog, tongue lolling out of his mouth, gallops down to the stream, barking his excitement as the much quieter Dyspeer tracks after him. Both canines begin lapping at the stream, following the lead of the cows.