Lamentation of Lolth - Chapter VIII

[Velmont]

Sielwoodan nods at Calenthang "Just the store room. We are going back to town. There is nothing left to do here." He walks beside the gnome who still seems be absorbed in his thought. "Come on, we are going." whispers the archer to the wizard. He help him and dive into the water back to the swamp.

 

[kirinke]

Teleri takes a deep breath and dives into the water, swimming for the other room, wondering how the heck does she manage to get herself into these sorts of situations anyway?

 

[Majin]

~ Laurent ~

You've been travelling through this swampy marshland for the better part of the day. Ruins surround you of what looks like an old temple. Pieces of a gigantic statue lay littered around the area. A large head, half buried in the much on its side is the most prominent feature of this area. Though it's certainly interesting, your attention is drawn to a dog erratically sniffing about near the head, looking as if it is trying to find something, or someone. It notices you and barks, quickly approaching within 10 feet of you. It then close another 5 feet of distance warily and barks again, considering you.

~ The Others ~

The group swims their way to the entrance of the hag's lair, all exiting the giant stone head in turn. The first thing you notice is a human standing not far from where you've emerged. Surprisingly the missing Rex is standing not far from him as well.

 

[Wilphe]

"Tree, tree, tree, bush, tree, different looking kind of tree, tree, pool of stagnant water, tree, tree, fallen tree," Laurent picks his way through the swamp, "or is it marsh? There are northern savages who have 50 words for snow, so I'm sure the natives of this place, whoever they are, have over 50 different words between swamp and marsh, and are able to distinguish between them all based on colour, smell, vegetation," his foot slipped deeply into an especially soft patch of mud, "consistency."

He braced himself with his staff and extracted his foot from the mire, his eyes searched around for the owl that was his constant companion - unless you cound the midges, which he was really trying to forget. He found out on a branch to his side, regarding him dispassionately, he stared back at it, his eyes drawn to the small and somwhat ridiculous leather boots on its talons, "You know, it's all very well saying that I won't get my boots back until I can prove I don't need them, but at this rate I won't need them because my feet have rotted away." The owl gave no sign of having understood, it just blinked.

Laurent sighed, and made his way up onto what looked like firmer ground. The stone blocks and ruins held an interest to him, as he clambered over and around them looking for any signs as to who or what had made them. Finding nothing as yet he suddenly remembered that ruined temples in the wilderness are always the haunt of somthing unpleasent. Setting his staff down he readied and nocked an arrow, picking a cold iron one out just to be sure. The sight of the hide put him on edge, and that of the dog did little to calm it.

Don't worry, it's just a dog. Not some vicious fey or shapechanger. Maybe it belongs to some hunter or something. In any case it's a dog, be nice to it, it's an animal and it's not trying to kill you.
He set his bow aside and crouched down before the animal, his left hand reaching into his haversack and retreiving one of the few remaining real provisions he'd brought with him from Waterdeep. One of the gourmet sausages he'd picked up in the market, cutting a piece off he proffered it to the animal, seeing if it would take it.

 

[hippocrachus]

When Calenthang breaks the water and sees a human holding a knocked arrow and bow and trying to convince Rex to come closer to him, the elven warrior steps out of the swamp water and draws his sword menacingly.
He eyes the human, silently accusing him of murder, theft, and anything else the bootless footpad could be capable of walking around in a dangerous swamp by himself. He doesn't say anything. It's better to let the others lure the fool into a false sense of security with their hopeless attempts at parlay.

 

[Majin]

Rex stepped closer to Laurent's outstretched hand and sniffed at the sausage. He looked back as Calenthang emerged from the statue's head and then returned his gaze to the food that was offered him. He slowly grabbed it between his teeth than began to chew gratefully. When he had finished he turned towards the others and barked in a friendly manner, wagging his tail.

 

[Dhes]

In the cave
Dunstand silently starts filling the bag of holding with their lost companion’s belongings. While sorting through the jumble of weapons, armor and magical items, his eyes fall upon Ayden’s necklace portraying Finder’s harp. Digging into his collor, Dunstand takes hold of the symbol of Mask, rips it from around his neck and throws it into the murky water.
Taking a last look at the embossed harp, the rogue ties the holy symbol around his own neck. I’m not the man Ayden was …no is, the man he is …but I hope you find me worthy of following in his footsteps. When his remaining companions return, Dunstand silently follows them out of the caves.

Outside
Outside Dunstand is enraged by the sight of a strange man pointing an arrow at Rex. Dropping a Dagger into his hand, Dunstand calls out to Rex ”Here Rex, here boy.”
[sblock]Don’t worry I’m not going priest or cleric on you guys.

We still have the small issue of Aydens, Drogo and Sarlis there loot.
Sarlis didn’t really have any, unless you want to steal the stuff from his character sheet, they did go into the book naked. What’s your call on that Majin, if so; I’ll need to add the stuff to the list.

- Bag of Holding
- wand of Cure light Wounds (29 charges left)
- Warhammer of Shocking +1
- 2 Scrolls of cure moderate wounds
- 2 Scrolls of Lesser restoration
- MW Darkwood shield
- 6 Sunrods
- 3 Thunderstone
- Ring of Protection +1
- Brooch of Shielding
- Leather Armor +1
- Cloak of Resistance +1
- MW Sling

Ps. Fery funny first post Wilphe, I don’t think I ever had a post on EN world that made me lol.[/sblock]

 

[hippocrachus]

Calenthang glares at the stranger, daring him to stop the dog from coming to Dunstand's call.

 

[Velmont]

Sielwoodan emerge from the water, and help Broddy to get out too. He then let the small gnome take some rest. He then walks foward in direction of Rex. On his way, he put his hand on Calenthang's hand to force him to lower his guard, but doesn't tell him a single word. The archer stop just behind Rex and stroke the dog behind his ears.

He is a friend? What a man could do in these region alone?

After a moment, Sielwoodan rasie his eyes on the wanderer.

"It is not a place to travel alone. What have brought you here?" The voice of the elf is neitehr cold or warm, just emotionless. As he speak, he look directly into the eyes, and his face doesn't let show anything, except maybe the scares of some hard moment he just had lived.

 

[hippocrachus]

Calenthang rolls his eyes at the back of Sielwoodan's head. He sheathes his sword, confident he could draw it fast enough if the human didn't know how to do the math.
"Put your weapon down," he says, making up for Sielwoodan's lack of emotion.