Last Stand of the Dorinthians (Chapter 4- The Second Invasion)

[Blarkon Dragonslayer]

Nikolos frowns as he examines the scenes, opening his journal, and crouching, dipping a pen in ink, and starting to write a detailed description of the pillars, pen scratching away. Of course he can't begin to do an adequate job, and not for the last time he wishes he'd brought his staff along. "There is a way down over here. Oddly prescient of the Senator to have provided a method of flight. I believe he knows more about this place then you think, Baron. The Avariel, the winged creatures, seem quite benevolent. They gave gifts quite liberally, it seems, even to races that we rather loathe in the present age. They also seemed quite averse to killing, even to defend their own lives, despite their powerful arcane abilities. Now these locust-worshippers are particularly fascinating, if only because they seem to be both human, and capable of defeating the Avariel. Locusi seems to be the term for them, and possibly for their totem figure or deity, also. I'll need a few weeks to properly catalogue this chamber, of course, and it would be particularly helpful to bring in my staff to do the job correctly. Oh, and our creature of legend is apparently referred to as the "Land's Death." It was either allied with the Locusi, or occurred concurrently with them. I'd actually guess the latter, since in the carvings it is treated as coming from a different direction." The words, for all their proper enunciation, and detached tone, come in a steady stream as his pen scratches away.

 

[Nephtys]

Barok looks around for anything of value (he'll be pretty much be on a constant booty-search troughout the dungeon, as well as looning for traps and ambushes.)

"And this creature," Barok indicates the four-legged beast, "is likely the same or akin to this so called Lord of the Mountain we're about to unleash. Ironic, isn't it? I didn't think the Elves had such short memories..."

 

[Kobold Stew]

Danica wanders along the halls, her fingers rubbing against the walls to feel the images. She is quiet, and feels silly that she had not thought to use her own magics to fit the cube. This shakes her -- she wants to think she has more imagination that this -- but her own limits hit her as she walks through the cavern. Her proud bearing is a front, and she feels ashamed. But she pays attention to the insect images, and prepares for the road ahead.

 

[Bloodweaver1]

Caramip Ashhearth

..... different direction." The words, for all their proper enunciation, and detached tone, come in a steady stream as his pen scratches away.

She leans over to Silas and with a small gesture towards Nik she says in a soft tone, "Its kinda freaky when he speaks like that huh?" She looks at Nik and smiles as he completely absorbs himself in his scriptures. "You should have seen him when we came through Ispep a few moons back. It was like as if something had placed in into a trance."

OOC: She will continuely roll her Bardic Knowledge Checks when the group comes across any new information.

 

[Deuce Traveler]

As the group of you examines the pillars further, Barok hears the horses whinny from back whence the party came. Upon turning around you see a large, blonde-haired barbarian with a great-axe who looks as if he has been out in the wilds for at least the last few weeks. Several orc spearheads hang from a cord necklace. The man is massive, nearly 7 feet tall and all muscle. A set of gauntlets cover his large hands. Instantly, Dartis, Barok, Nikolos, Ventus, and Danica recognize him as Conn, one of the refugees from the more barbaric wilds near the Dunkel Mountains.

 

[Nephtys]

"Conn, you old bastard!" Barok calls down cheerfully, but not too loudly, "You've come a long way on your own. Did you know where we were heading, or are we that easy to track?"

 

[Nephtys]

ooc: Hope I didn't kill the game...

 

[Deuce Traveler]

OOC: Nah... it's just the weekend.

 

[GlassEye]

Silas is about to reply to Caramip when Barok calls out. Turning, he sees the large man at the entrance and mumbles to himself, "Looks like we're too late. Someone else already woke up the Mountain."

 

[Blarkon Dragonslayer]

Nikolos, back near the tunnel leading downwards, glances up at Conn's arrival, and then returns to scratching away at his journal. He continues trying to catalog the carvings, and examines the two uncarved pillars to see if there is anything unusual about them, or if the carvers just didn't get a chance to continue their efforts.