IA: A Teacher for Laynie

[Bront]

OOC: Half-speed if he can manage it and keep up.

 

[Rystil Arden]

(OOC: The dark figure is not mounted, so he should be able to manage)

*Rider and steed race after the dark figure, moving carefully with the soft whisper of a feather rather than a clanking gallop, as if riding upon the sunrays shining down from the noonday sun, though they stick to the shadows of the great trees and out of the sun when they can. They stay a safe distance behind, but they suddenly lose track of the figure at a dead-end against a fairly sharply-rising hillside.*

 

[Bront]

Vanitri dismounts and looks for a hidden door or entrance.

 

[Rystil Arden]

*With Eirian's help, he is able to discover a well-hidden secret entrance into a cavernous complex, but only after a careful, thorough search. The walls are engraved with dark dangerous symbols that he can't understand, and the tunnel is narrow, far too narrow for the sleek black lunari to fit inside.*

 

[Bront]

"Eirian, find a place to hide. I'll whistle when I'm ready for you."

Vanitri enters as far as he can before he must light his lantern, and then lights it to illuminate the area.

 

[Rystil Arden]

"Eirian, find a place to hide. I'll whistle when I'm ready for you."

Vanitri enters as far as he can before he must light his lantern, and then lights it to illuminate the area.

(OOC: He doesn't need a lantern. He has 60 foot Darkvision and 30 foot Tremorsense )

 

[Rystil Arden]

*Eirian whinnies in response and heads off into the nearby brush.*

*Meanwhile, the cavernous tunnel beckons just ahead, the door closing behind him as he enters, shutting out the warm light of the sun and throwing his world into darkness...but he is no stranger to darkness.*

*The world shifts to shades of black and white as he continues along the tunnel quietly. And it is not long before he can hear the echoing vestiges of voices off in the distance, somewhere further along.*

 

[Bront]

Vanitri quietly approaches, hoping to catch wind of what is being said ahead.

 

[Rystil Arden]

*As he continues forward, he sees a heavyset double door made of some sort of strong metal and marked with glyphs and arcane sigils, including a rather large one in the centre that has been cracked apart. He can make out two voices, one of which is quiet, almost like a solid whisper, but too ephemeral to make out without perhaps placing his ear on the door. The other is loud, deep, and booming, much easier to make out, and it speaks in Undercommon:*

"...is fine. You have done well, my loyal servant. And you say that it is the Freefolk fortune-teller who holds the orb? How droll. More than likely she knows not what she has found."

(OOC: If Vanitri doesn't move in closer to listen, he won't be able to hear the reply)

 

[Bront]

Vanitri edges closer quietly.