Ptolus: The Prison of the Sahuagin Queen

[Erekose13]

"Blessed Tuen thats a nasty trap. I say we camp here and recover a bit. I can continue providing water and we should rest up before we find the next nasty trap." says Maugra.

 

[Whizbang Dustyboots]

The corridor the group finds themselves in is quiet and no sound can be heard from the rest of the complex.

 

[Erekose13]

VACATION ALERT: I'm off till Jan 4th on vacation. I'll try to post while I'm away because getting time to post is a vacation for me

 

[Voadam]

Painfully sunburned, Garn looks back the way they came. He marks the place in his head where the desert jump begins. "There better be a !@#$-load of jewels at the end of this." he snarls. In the lull after his statement he listens intently, just in case there is anything nearby about to come leaping and gibbering upon them in an assault.

 

[Erekose13]

Maugra doesn't even flinch when Garn swears again, she is becoming used to his foul language either that or she is just too tired and thirsty herself. She continues to council a rest again.

 

[Trollbabe]

When Garnet had thought of becoming a delver he had never envisioned this. He looks at the two doors as he lays resting. What dangers lie ahead? Looking to his companions he speaks quietly: "So which door?"

 

[Erekose13]

"I'd prefer to rest first, but after that, left I suppose." replies Maugra.

 

[Voadam]

"Left. Whatever." Garn slumps down and leans against the cool wall. He takes off his boots and scrapes out the sand that had been irritating him. Garn takes his ease, the cold dark stone more to his tastes than the dry extremes of the desert. Here were shadows he could lurk in. Shadows from which to pounce. Much better.

 

[Whizbang Dustyboots]

The group recovers in quiet and, to Ptolusites, much more familiar cold and damp.

Down here, there's only the sound of water dripping somewhere and nothing more.

 

[Voadam]

After making sure his boots are sand and grit free Garn rests heavily. When all are ready to go he hefts his beat stick and sets his scowl ready for what comes as the party proceeds through the left door.