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

Caramip Ashhearth

Fenris said:
"Are these more memory crystals?" asks Dartis. Dartis leaves the magic to the experts and heads over to the fountain and begins using his sword to clear as much of the debris from it as possible. Lets at least restore some of the grandeur here, as I would hope someone would do to Dorinthia he thinks with a sigh.
Her eyes squint as she attempts to the read the foreign language. Unable to figure out what exactly it says she holds up the two crystals towards Nik and says, "There is somekind of magical inscription written on these stones. Though I can't make heads or tales of it. Your better with languages, what does it say?"
 

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Nikolos, Caramip and a few others begin to take a closer look at one of the oval-shaped crystals and as they stare at one of the facets it seems to them as if script rises forth to be read like a book, only a new facet needs to be focused upon to 'flip' the page. The script is of an unknown language, and Nikolos is forced to use magic in order to read it. He browses quickly, informing the party that it seems to be a book on the early history of the winged elves. They seemed to have come from a place called Celestia originally, on a religious mission to preach about their faith and philosophy. A segment of them liked this land and decided that they wished to stay. There was some kind of argument and the avariel, as those who wished to stay were called, had to choose either to return or to stay here forever in exile... there is more, but the group is interrupted by a shout from Dartis.

As the noble archer was poking around inside the fountain a host of disgusting little red grubs burst forth from the rot and are now climbing rapidly up his blade and towards his arm.
 
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Dartis shouts in alarm and quickly drops his sword on the ground. Grabbing a torch, he tries to burn the larvae off his sword and back to their detritous home.
 

Caramip Ashhearth

"Wow.. it is like a book of some kind. I wonder if this was like some kind of ...." Her thought falls from her lips as Dartis's loud yelp yanked her attention away from the mystical crystal. Grabing her whip from her waist she moves towards Dartis's fallen sword and uses the reach of her weapon to keep little 'worms' at bay. "What in the Gods name are those!" She shouts in amazed disgust.
 


Silas, hovering near Nikolos and Caramip as they examine the crystals, provides light with his lantern. When Dartis calls out Silas jumps, startled by the echoing sound. Hastily he'll dig one of his torches from his pack, light it, and pass it off to Dartis.
 

The flurry of action almost is comedic, as Caramip scatters the mass of grubs with her whip, although it does buy Dartis time to go to Silas and get a lit torch from him. From there it takes a couple of minutes for the nobleman to run around and burn each of the creatures. They are easy to find and destroy, since each seems to rush towards different dodging party members as if drawn to their bodies. As the last of them burns, Barok and Dartis shudder to think what might have happened if one of them had stuck a hand in the muck instead of just the surface as the rogue had, or stirring it like the noble had.
 

"If there's anyone else down here they likely know we're coming by now, let's not give them any more time to prepare. We can make another search of this room on our way back, if you wish."
 

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