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


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The night continues while the party has little luck finding the way passed the statue or any kind of secret mechanism. Some of the party members decide to call it a night while Silas, Caramip, Dartis, Barok, and Phly continue their search.

(OOC: Just wanted a way to move out the PCs that had players who haven't posted in awhile. If anyone is playing lurker and I haven't named your character as one who is continuing the search, please speak up now so that I may consider your PC still active.)

Barok joins Silas at trying to turn the statue and budges it a few inches. Giving it one more effort, the duo succeed in turning the statue towards the wall, which promptly begins to open with a horrible grating noise into a six-foot wide passage while the statue's platform slides to the side to allow you to easily access the opening. The passage continues for roughly seven feet before descending into a spiraling stone staircase, covered in a layer of dust from the neglect of time. Dust particles float in the air, obscuring some of your vision and causing you to cough hoarsely. "Well, I would say that you Dorinthians are always surprising," Phly announces as he pulls a torch from his backpack and lights it. "So who is up for a little spelunking?"

OOC: Intentions and party order, please.
 

Caramip Ashhearth

Well that is definitely not something you see everyday. And who said tombs are dull and boring!” Pipes the cheerful Gnome as she peers down the dark entrance to the hidden tomb. “Barok I believe the honors are all yours.” She says as she motions towards the rogue and then towards the tunnel.
 

Silas coughs as a cloud of dust billows out of the secret passageway. He shoots Barok a wry grin, motions towards the dark entry, and firmly grasps his staff. "I'm ready."
 



Barok starts first, with Phly following and carrying a torch to guide his way. Dust fills the air and a dank smell like a cave fills your nostrils as you descend down a series of steps that seem to have been untouched for countless generations. Eventually the steps stop at the start of a wide antechamber, and you estimate that you have descended about fifteen feet down. The chamber is about 30 feet wide by 80 feet long and has a ceiling that reaches a height of 10 feet. Fourteen statues are arrayed in two rows, the first of which stand close to the stairs while the farthest ones are near an archway that leads into another room at the far end. Each of the statues seem to be that of a gnome, but they dress in robes that are not of the same style as their modern kin and they show the effects of age in a similar way that the old statue in the gnomish meeting hall did. There is writing on the top of the archway, but you are too far to make it out.

Barok
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Your sharp eyes notice something odd about the center statues. They seem almost goblinoid in appearance. Also, each of the other statues seem to be separated from one another from an interval of about 4 or 5 feet. These are in the middle and are separated by only two feet from the gnomish statues on either side of them.
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Dartis starts to step out into the hallway and remembers Barok's warning at the Hall of the Lord of the Mountain and stops to let Barok inspect it first. As he waits he looks down at Caramip and Phly. Giving a small smile at the look of awe and reverence they have here in the hall of their ancestors. But the smile slowly fades from the young nobles face as he recalls all the history and artifacts of his ancestors. Destroyed, defiled and desecrated by the Tallione. All gone along with Dorinthia. New Dorinthia may save her people, but much of her history is lost. Dartis shakes the tears welling up in his eyes away so he can see.

"Caramip, Silas" Dartis says softly "When, or if we ever get back, please remind me to commission the two of you to write down as much of Dorinthian history as we know."
 

Caramip Ashhearth

She scratches her head with a confused look as she stares at the ancient statues. “I don’t get it. It almost looks like some kind of unfinished chess game.” She says out load to know one in particular. “I wonder what that says.” She asks as she notices the ancient writings on the ceiling. “Nik can you…” She is about to ask but then gives a pout as she remembers that the sage went back to his room. Looking back to the ceiling she channels her innate powers and hopes she can read the writings without her friend.

OOC: Casts Light on the ceiling and then Detect Magic on herself. If the lettering radiates magic she will then cast Read Magic on herself.
 

Barok looks at the statues carefully, searching both for traps or anything of value. Noticing the oddity he looks closer, before snorting, "It seems these gnomes are decended from goblins. I didn't even know that was possible." he casts a glance at Caramip and decides not to say anything too offensive. "Look at the way they're standing, so close to the fullblood at their side..." He takes a closer look.
 

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