[Eberron] The Forgotten Forge

[Old Fezziwig]

Plonk: No response. At least not that you can hear.

Gannon: You hurl the stone down the corridor, past the valves. It hits a wall with a loud thump, followed by a sploosh as the stone falls into the water. Fortunately, it still casts off a light strong enough to illuminate the area somewhat. Still no response. Any ripples that might have been caused by the movement of the two people have been disturbed by the stone's fall.

OOC: Bright light for 10 ft., dim light for another 10 ft. from that point (the light just doesn't cut through the water all that well).

 

[MadMaxim]

Gannon looks at Rawhide, obviously irritated that he couldn't catch a glimpse of the other creatures down there. "Okay, Rawhide. We're going in... You first." Gannon gets ready to follow Rawhide down the corridor.

 

[Krug]

Plonk follows behind, crossbow at the ready. "Please. You don't want to end up as scrap metal! There are better fates!"

 

[Ashy]

Rawhide nods and moves in, keeping his eyes peeled and his axe at the ready...

 

[Old Fezziwig]

The dull glow of the stone covering the far wall, you head past the valves towards the "T" intersection. In the room with the valves, there're platforms for the group to walk on, but, as you get closer to the back wall, the platforms end. You'll have to go either left or right here, and, either way, you'll get wet.

There is no sign of the creatures anywhere here.

 

[Knight Otu]

Flawed follows, puzzling over Plonk's remark. They could not end up as scrap metal, while it could, but only partially. The creatures that argued - they did not know anything about them, apart from them having voices. Who did the gnome mean?

 

[Krug]

Plonk scans the area. "Should we go left?" says the Gnome.

 

[Ashy]

Rawhide picks up the stone and looks to Gannon, "Which way, boss?"

 

[MadMaxim]

"Let's go right" Gannon says and starts walking down the tunnel.

 

[Old Fezziwig]

You turn right, wading through the murky water in the dim light. Thick, slimy cobwebs, dripping with condensation, hang in the corners of the ceiling. [Listen checks] You still cannot hear the two creatures.

About thirty feet down the corridor, you notice a circular metal hatch set into the wall and engraved with arcane runes. In the middle of the hatch, a softly glowing circle of mithral depicts the same icon as Bonal's journal. The pre-Galifar seal of House Cannith — a stylized anvil and hammer.