Storms of Change IC Part 4

Goven

Feeling the life starting to drain out of him, Goven desperately takes another swing at the creature on his shoulder.
 

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-- Round 2 --

Goven, twisting and turning, flails once again at the stirge on his shoulder. This time his axe connects, slicing nearly through the stirge. It falls to the floor, dead.


Goven's attack: 19 +4 -4 grapple=19. Damage 4
 

Lucan, male human pit fighter

Lucan gives the chamber a carefull once over for more threats.

"It might pay to have another source of light. Anyone have anything to hand? I have a lantern, but its back with the horses."

If no one else has anything, and no one objects, Lucan trots back the way they came and collects his lantern. What's in the lantern and the extra flask in his bag should be enough, he decides. He takes a long drink of water before heading back down the hole and to the others.
 

Goven

Goven slumps against the chamber wall, trying to catch his breath and regain his strength. He takes a sip from his waterskin and pauses for a moment to study the ceiling from where the stirges came.
 

Dunathar kicks one of the dead stirges while Lucan returns. "Just another weird bug. It sure has to be something with the water."

"Shall we continue? Really, I don´t think this place is so interesting after all."
 

Manzanita

OOC: Manzanita carries a lantern, and zook a sunrod. I would think that's more than sufficient for a party of 5.

Manzanita takes a deep breath, then steps back into the corridor. "Actually, I think there is a door concealed here in the wall. Dunathor, will you have a look with me?"
 


Shining light in the room, no more stirges are to be seen. The ceiling here is decayed and cracked, and there are what seem to be water stains on the floor.

The corridor on the west side of the square seems slightly more humid, with a strange stench in it. The corridor contains several cracks in the west wall, large enough for stirges to pass through...

The fourth room is much like the other three.

Moving back to the corridor on the south side of the square, Manzanita shows Dunathar where she sensed the door. As she points to the section of wall, she sees a slight indentation there. Nothing unusual about it, except that she knows there is a door here. With a light touch of her hand, the wall opens.

Light spills from the cracks as the door opens. Beyond is an octagonal room of white stone, lit by flaming braziers. In the center of the room is a stone table, an altar of some sort. Behind that is a statue of a seated old man with wild hair and long beard. In his right hand he holds a metal staff topped by a flaming disc. Through the flames on the disc a face can be seen, surrounded by a fiery mane. On the wall above the statue are engraved the words "In evil times, the yellow-robed pass freely, even into darkness."

Before the altar is a small one-person prayer rug emblazoned with an image of the fiery sun. On the sides of the room are stone consoles, with several items laid out in plain sight. On the consoles are a light mace, a suit of chainmail, 5 vials, a stack of 8 scrolls, and a folded yellow robe.

Above the consoles on the left wall are murals depicting yellow-robed priests aiding the injured, the poor, and the sick. Above the consoles on the right wall are murals depicting men wearing yellow robes over plate armor, fighting flying red-skinned demons, small humanoids with leathery wings, while peasants cower in fear behind. It seems the images all depict the same human male, young handsome and strong, with black hair and a shaven face. In the images, the man easily defeats the small demons.
 

Manzanita

Manzanita has become fond of Dunathor from their time together, so she allows a rare smile to emerge at her finding the door. "Elves know these things."

Manzanita tenses at the scene within, then relaxes somewhat. "At least it seems to be a good diety."

OOC: This is cool. Are we using standard dieties? Could this be Pelor?
 

Lucan, male human pit fighter.

Lucun stiffens. The only experience he had with the gods during his time as a slave were ... unpleasant.

For a moment he considers slipping into the shadows, but then decides not to. Instead, after a careful inspection of the room for dangers, he steps into the room and to the left. Let someone more knowledgeable about the ways of the gods do the talking. His hands, empty of weapons, hang lightly at his side.

If the old man greets him, Lucun returns the greeting.
 

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