House Millithor in the City of the Spider Queen II

[Dalamar]

"Damn you, Quertus, I told you Randal Morn was mine!"
Torellan points his dagger at the wizard as he says this.

 

[Thels]

Whatever? He's out, and that's the point. Not interested in waiting for and answer, Dariel moves over and starts to tie the human up with a piece of the rope from his backpack.

OOC: +16 to tie someone up with silk rope. About 10 feet should be enough to someone up, not?

 

[Xael]

Quertus shrugs, seemingly unconcerned, and points his finger at Torellan: "You seemed to be busy with hiding in the corner, so I though to end this fight before sunrise. Besides, he'd have cleaved your head off anyway, so you should be thanking me. And I didn't promise anything, did I?"

*Not that it had mattered if I had...*

He then turns away and waits for Velasta to respond.

OOC: Sucker...

 

[Dalamar]

Torellan glares at Quertus but says nothing further. Just as he's moving away, a wicked smile comes on his face. he turns back moves short distance away from Quertus.
He flexes his fingers and then incantates a few arcane words followed by movement of his nimble fingers. As he finishes, a 1-foot blotch of Quertus's cloack turns pink.

With a chuckle, Torellan starts sneaking towards the stairs leading upwards, intent on venting a little on the surfacers who escaped there.

OoC: For those not in know, that's a prestidigation

 

[Endur]

Zedar responds to Narcelia, "Tunfer the Stout was a blasphemy against the Goddess. Kiaransalee teaches that it is everyone's fate to serve in undeath after the ending of life. Tunfer, however, was granted the ability by his gods to restore life to the dead. True life, not undeath. He could even bring back the undead into true life. He had to be destroyed; his power was far too dangerous."

Velasta laughs at Quertus's suggestion regarding the sword. "Thank you for your offer. But I think not.

"We should leave. Being caught on the surface during the day could be fatal."

 

[Endur]

Carcelon thinks that an Unhallow is throughout all of the ruling level and the Shrine of Lolth, but that the negative energy radiating from the altar is something different.

The altar does not look like it has been repurposed.

 

[Dalamar]

"With all due, Mistress, but at least I don't know how long it is till the accursed sun rises, we could be caught on our way back to the sweet darkness of Underdark."
Still, Torellan stops his advancement towards the stairs. Instead, he conjures small globes of fire in his hands, five in total, and starts juggling with them.

 

[Pyrex]

Carcelon Millithor, Second Daughter, Clr 11

"Mother, what do you make of the altar? Was this negative pulse created by you & Matron Morcane or is it more recent?"

 

[Endur]

Velasta smiles at Torellan, "Torellan, dear, do try to be as brave as Quertus.

"'Dagger Falls' may be an appropriate place for you, but I have no intention of dying to a surface worlder.

"Being exposed to Sun light would be bad, but nowhere near as bad as being slaughtered like a Rothe once the populace of Dagger Falls realizes that we are in their midst. We have captured their commander and slaughtered his lieutenants, but the troops will mobolize even without leadership."

 

[Xael]

"Thank you for your offer. But I think not."

Quertus shrugs. *I earned it, and I'm getting it. One way or another.*

He then notices the purple blotch on his cloak, and starts mumbling something about a childish bastard...