Feint Whispers Chapter #4: The Hallowed Hills

KaintheSeeker said:
"For once let the priest do his work Jericho.. bravado is unneeded when you've been as skilled in sword play as you are." looks to Bhartus. "So how is our D'orite mule, aside from his usual stubborness? I would ask him but experience has shown he down plays his wounds." smiles at Jericho.

Jericho scowls, "A D'orite is no stranger to pain... Whitney... it makes us fight harder and stronger, now lets move... we have men to save... good men..." Jericho will shrug off the help, and try to continue on...
 

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"At the very least let me take the lead for a while, you old warhorse," Tarowyn says to Jericho as he makes his way to the front of the line. "You can keep Whitney company. I'll call you if I need you." The elf winks.
 


Bhartus: You find there is nothing you can do for Jericho now. To speed his recovery, you will have to undertake longterm care.

After traversing another 60ft, the party emerges from the tunnel. You find yourselves in an oval shape cavern that is some 40ft wide and 60ft long. You are in the western entrance. There appears to have once been a far eastern entrance, but a rockslide has now rendered it inaccessable. An exit leads out of the south wall. A wave of torrid humidity washes over you as you step into this cavern. The floor is soft and covered with thick, damp moss. Immense, rootlike, brown-and-gray tendrils of vegetation dangle down from the ceiling overhead, lightly brushing the tops of the varied fungi that fill most of this circular chamber.
 







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