IG's "Those Left Behind" Chapter 3

[Friadoc]

"I'll take point," says Buurt. While the half-orc might not be to favoritive toward the town and its twisted nature of bloodsports and tyranny, he seems to keep that in check, for the moment. Odds are it's because his companions seem so intent on saving a house of cards that should just be put to the flame and left.

With his enchanted crossbow loaded and at the ready, Buurt adds, "I'll stay just ahead of the light, using the penumbra to keep hidden. Darkness is as good as light. If I see anything, I'll drop back and let you know. If I spot any traps or troubles, I'll either drop back or mark it with chalk."

 

[Scott DeWar]

"That sounds good to me. Uulark, do i recall correctly that you offered to let me borrow your cross bow and you can stay further back, er, uh, valently guarding our rear flank?"

 

[Shayuri]

"Thank you, Buurt," Talashia says sincerely, glad that someone's taking some initiative and thinking things out a bit. "Shazi, fly roughly in the center of the line, and keep an eye out behind us especially, since we won't have light shining that way."

"You mean I get to go back into cramped spaces and hideously tainted air?" Shazi replied dryly. "My favorite!"

"I will accept your sarcasm as abject agreement," Talashia said with a smirk. "Get to your position."

The mephit complied, grumbling under his breath.

She took her position near, but not at, the end of the group and prepared a square of parchment and a quill.

"This time I'm making a map. This town isn't so huge that its sewers should be enormous. We'll stay down there until the job's done...then we'll have one less distraction as we determine what other business we have here."

 

[Leif]

Uulark Simental, Cleric6

"That sounds good to me. Uulark, do i recall correctly that you offered to let me borrow your cross bow and you can stay further back, er, uh, valently guarding our rear flank?"

"Sure, Caerwyn. Just be careful with it. It wasn't easy to come by, after all." So saying, Uulark hands his crossbow and quarrels over to Caerwyn.

 

[Scotley]

Rogash

The dwarf reluctantly gives up the lead to Buurt and readies his bow in case one of the horrible chaos beasts or some other threat presents itself.

 

[Scott DeWar]

caerwyn fiddles with the cross bow a bit getting the feel of it. he is not happy, it seems. maybe he is use to the long bow like what may have been used in a forest or something ...

 

[industrygothica]

Down the rabbit hole we go...

After some fuss getting down into the narrow corridors and down the stairs, you come across the vestibule where the dead chaos beast still lies. Hundreds of footprints are smeared throughout the goo, and you can only hope that the beasts' transforming powers are stayed with death.

The doors are still open. Beyond them is dark.

 

[Leif]

Uulark Simental, Cleric6

"Great Godlings, Caerwyn! You look as if someone is holding a piece of offal under your nose. If you find my crossbow so distasteful, you can just give it back to me."

 

[jkason]

Shaimon Hu'u, barbaric human druid

After some fuss getting down into the narrow corridors and down the stairs, you come across the vestibule where the dead chaos beast still lies. Hundreds of footprints are smeared throughout the goo, and you can only hope that the beasts' transforming powers are stayed with death.

Shai isn't taking any chances. As they lower the wolf down, he makes sure to carry his canine companion until his paws will be well clear of the goo.

"Now, I know this ain't comfortable," he whispers to the dog, who calms its own whimpering at the sound of Shai's voice, "but I'm not 'bout to lose my best friend ever just 'cause he's a little heavy. No. No goo on those paw pads, and you stay away if there's any other critters, too, you hear?"

Shai reinforces the order by making sure as, when he takes his customary rear guard position, he puts Dyspeer in front of him, blocking his way to anything that might attack. For himself, he draws his bow, nocks an arrow, and keeps an ear open.

 

[Scott DeWar]

Caerwyn looks to Uulark and smiles broadly, not too unlike a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar..."uh no problems. I am use to a different configuration is all."

He nocks the bow and places a bolt in the carrage, ready for a fight to break out.