As we were exhausted by our efforts in the Erythnull temple, we rested for a long time. After the first night, Flynne was keen to press onwards as far and as fast as possible, but we were too tired and our resources too spent to enter a new temple. We spent another day and night without straining ourselves, but on the next morning, Flynne announced that it was an elven ‘day of rest’, and that he could not join us for several hours until his devotional meditations were complete.
The rest of us discussed matters, and then decided to open the next temple. We could, after all, retreat if it proved too difficult for us. We prepared carefully; Endo casting his spells of protection and once again being shrouded by dark spirits. We dressed in dark robes from the Hextor temple, once again hoping to talk our way into the temple itself.
The silver key we had taken from the cleric of Erythnull fit perfectly into the lock, and we pushed the door open. The door swung open smoothly and silently at Niccoli’s push – beyond lay a narrow grey stone passageway, dimly lit by regularly spaced glowing stones set into the walls. Looking down the corridor we could see a number of side passageways leading off at right angles. Taking a decision to stick to the left wall in case we got lost, we moved into the network of passages.
After a few minutes of slow exploration, we came into sight of a small room. Almost immediately, I could hear a series of slamming stone doors from around us. I looked around, and could see a number of hooded figures who weren’t there before. Peeking from under the brown hoods I could see two dark eyes set above what appeared to be an oversized crow’s beak. Feathered hands gripped at daggers and crossbows, whilst taloned feet clicked almost noiselessly on the stone floor.
Before I could shout an alarm, quarrels flew from every direction. Nearly a full half dozen of the bird-like kenku stepped from concealed doors and shadows firing and reloading as they came. Bolts slammed into Endo and Igmut, irritating the half-orc, but severely wounding the more vulnerable mage.
Before any of us managed to react, the creatures reloaded and fired again; leaving Endo barely able to stand and Igmut extremely angry. We drew weapons and prepared to counter-attack, when the bird-men dashed around various corners or stepped back through well-crafted secret doors. Igmut was left with no target on which to vent his anger.
My first action was to cast a spell on Endo, healing his wounds before he and I moved into the relative safety of the small room. Unfortunately, my assessment was proved wrong a few moments later, as the kenku sprang a second round of attacks. Several moved out to shoot and strike at Igmut, whilst one in the small room dropped his grey cloak, seemingly appearing out of nowhere next to Endo, who he stabbed through the shoulder, undoing the healing spell I had so recently cast.
Behind me, I could hear the sound of Igmut’s axe cleaving through a body, accompanied by the sound of Niccoli’s armoured form dashing up past me and swinging at Endo’s attacker. He missed, but from out in the corridor blossomed an orange glow of fire as some of the kenku flung alchemist’s fire at Igmut, scorching his flesh.