Last Stand of the Dorinthians (Chapter 3 - The Imperials)

[Deuce Traveler]

Unfortunately, Alexander can barely see a speck of light above and has to guesstimate that they fell something between 40 and 70 feet.

 

[GlassEye]

Silas fully understands Alexander's frustration and is about ready to scream himself. "Would it not be better if you had a home away from such threat? We could show you such a home but would need your help against those who threaten us."

 

[Deuce Traveler]

The ant-man's interest perks up at Silas' words. "What home is this? Does it have more food?"

 

[GlassEye]

"Caves. Many days from here. I don't know what kind of food you eat but other creatures used to live there so I'm sure food could be found. But my own people are threatened by war and I must help them before I can help you or they will all be killed."

 

[Deuce Traveler]

The creature thinks upon this and says, "Perhaps this be better, if more food could be found. If you willing to give scouts to lead our own scouts there, and talk to our enemies to send theirs peacefully, then we would be interested in making the attempt. What you need in return? Nothing free."

 

[GlassEye]

Silas nods. "True, nothing is free. But I wish to be certain we understand one another. Your hive will move to new caves that we show you leaving these caves for the other formians? In return we wish for formian warriors to aid us against those that war on our hive."

 

[Deuce Traveler]

The formian shakes its head. "It makes no sense us to leave here and chance unknown territory, then die in your battles, when we can stay here in what we know and die in own battles. Still, we will help your leaving since you distract us from real enemy," the ant-man says. He motions to two of his own workers and says something in a strange language.

Very quickly they begin digging, creating a sloping ramp towards the surface from whence you fell.

 

[GlassEye]

Silas sighs. He is mentally exhausted from trying to communicate with the formians and understand their weird logic. He'll turn to his companions and say that if any of them have any better ideas they should speak up. Silas will then just wait trying to stay out of the formians way as they work.

 

[Land Outcast]

Tired? confused?... Resignated! that is, Alexander is exhausted thanks to the tunnels and the clicking and the logical and the poisoning and...

Breathing heavily and restraining himself so as not to sink half-a-foot of steel though the ant-man's chest, Alexander leads the ascencion, silent and with his hands curled into fists...

Had I been alone I would have started combat... that would have been stupid

 

[Deuce Traveler]

The formian leader gives you one last gift before you part: the cleaned skull of the troll you killed, which he hands to Silas. With the aid of these formians you are able to climb out of these maddening depths and back to a world that now seems normal in retrospect. As you move to leave the waterfall the dim sounds of ringing steel and screams reaches your ears from the territory you have left. The war has started anew.

Exhausted, tired, and hungry, you arrive back at the camp in the middle of darkness. Two men on duty almost shoot Dartis as he surprises the jumpy militia when he appears in the moonlight. Your comrades greet you enthusiastically, and are even more excited with the news that the troll has been slain. After a few moments you are back to your sleeping mats near the center fire. Rix sees you and asks, "Where the hell have you been?"

It seems nothing has happened in the day that you've been gone, except that each of your companions worried for you in their own way...

OOC: End of this section of the chapter. I'll post your XP shortly.