The Ancient Paths - Path I


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~ The Adventurers ~

Day XVII

The party's sleeping arrangements are again covered by the Temple of Tyr at the Balanced Scale inn. Breakfast is conveniently uneventful.
 

After the business of the day is settled, the cleric retires early.
Hrolf awakes before the sun has set to give him time for prayer and contemplation on their upcoming trial.
Just father, please grant me strength and guide my hand. By your will justice will be served. Suffer not the spawn of chaos to live.
With that, Hrolf gathers his necessities and goes down to the common room to await his companions and to enjoy what might be his last normal breakfast in what could be a long time.
[sblock]
Here’s my stuff and spells for the new day.

HP: 25
AC: 16, Touch: 10, Flat:16
+6 Melee, Long Sword, 1D8+2[/B]
Wand of Cure Light Wounds: 25 charges

Lvl. 0
Detect Poison
Detect Magic
Light
Light

Lvl. 1
Magic Weapon
Magic Weapon
Sanctuary
Summon Monster lvl.1
Protection from Chaos (Law Domain)

Lvl. 2
Bull’s Strength
Bull’s Strength
Summon Monster lvl. 2
Calm Emotions (Law Domain)
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Dowkan arrives in the breakfast area and joins Hrolf. He eats a hearty breakfast, knowing full well that they'll be on hard tack from here on in.
 

Sabriel joins the others and taking their cue, orders and eats a good breakfast with enjoyment. "So, how bad is it in those caves?" she asked, figuring pretty bad.
 

Nae'talis sat quietly in a corner eating his breakfast. The notion that it was his Naming Day today crossed his mind. He did not plan on sharing this information with his companions though. He remembered the extravagant parties that were thrown for him as a youth growing up a nobleman's son. That all changed though, once the Red Wizard's noticed his aptitude and potential and he was whisked off to begin his tutelage. He would surrender the fact that the parties were fun, at the time, but since, he had never put much enthusiasm behind this day.

Another year gone by, one year less to be part of this mortal coil, he thought. A human shell did not last long in this world, or most others. The young Thayan had decided long ago to make up for that handicap with the only thing he could: ambition.
 

~ The Adventurers ~

The party leaves Silverdown through what is shaping up to be the north gate with little more than two guards taking note of their departure for ceremony. The builders must be working elsewhere today.
They travel through the hilly plains for roughly half a day before they come to the familiar foothills of the Spine of the World and the cave. Instead of the scene of carnage Dowkan had promised would greet them outside the cave's mouth, the ground is barren of any signs of the Tyrran encampment, mangled or otherwise.
While the adventurers go about trying to find any signs of the murdered soldiers, Dowkan, Nae'talis, and Sabriel spot two glowing purple eyes staring at them from the shadows of the cave's entrance. The spy lets out a strangled squawk when it realizes it's been found out and flees to the caverns.

[sblock=OOC]Who's taking on the role of "Lightsource" from here?[/sblock]
 

ooc:
I vote the party meatshield. Sabriel doesn't need a lightsource due to her darkvision as well as being the party sneak. Lightsourcing would only hinder her.

IC
Sabriel lets fly with an arrow aiming for the general area of the purple eye guy, hoping to hit, but not holding her breath either.
 

~ The Adventurers ~

Sabriel hears a resounding clack as her spent arrow chips a rock inside of the cave. The sound of the spy's scampering footfalls fade as the bard's bowstring stills.

[sblock=OOC]Hopefully Hrolf or Nae'talis can provide a spell? I doubt Dowkan would give up his shield for unnecessary light...[/sblock]
 


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