The Ancient Paths - Path II

[Majin]

[sblock]Sort of a slight timewarp. Sorry I didn't get something up sooner, but if Dowkan is to put on that ring, we might have the misfortune of having to backtrack even more if we're unlucky, lol. [/sblock]

Having not noticed his expression had turned to a scowl Nae'talis made no attempt to remove it, but smugly expelled air from his nostrils instead and adjusted his scarf.

"Wear the ring before I have been given time to properly identify it at your own peril," he responds, barely awarding Dowkan a glance, "But do not dally much longer. We will resume our search shortly, with or without you." The Thayan smooths his robes and eyes the decided route forward, impatience personified.

 

[Legildur]

Dowkan mumbles through his beard as he takes the ring from the overly self-important wizard. "You be thankin' me when it saves ya skinny hide!" he throws back at the Thayan as he starts down the tunnel.[sblock=ooc]I'm dying to find out if the DM has something tied to the ring![/sblock]

 

[hippocrachus]

~ The Adventurers ~

The new rendition of the party follows the path Sabriel took to the room she was spotted by the kobolds in. This large cave looks to have once served as the barracks for the entire tribe of kobolds in the area. Many crude pallets composed of old furs and tattered blankets are piled throughout this chamber. A large fire pit has been dug into the cave floor in the northeast corner, while food and water in crude pots are clustered at the north wall. A tunnel leads south.

 

[kirinke]

Like the mercenary thief she is, Sabriel begins to search the place for valuables and any information she can find on who's really behind the attacks on Silverydown.

 

[hippocrachus]

~ The Adventurers ~

Sabriel has no luck unearthing anything beyond the obvious.

 

[Verbatim]

Watching with bored eyes as the would be scout storyteller began moving the dirty fur mats on the floor of the room.

~Better her hands than mine...~

Walking over to his fellow dwarf, Rygus' gravelly voice carried a faint touch of amusement to it.

[sblock=Dwarven]"Think she will find your Hrolf underneath those rats' covers?"[/sblock]

His point made, he walked to the mouth of the southern exit and stared into to the darkness, his eyes adjusting quickly to the absence of light and looking for any movement from that direction.

 

[kirinke]

ooc:
Well darn.

IC:
"Well, looks like this is a bust," she grouses to herself after having found nothing. "Guess we go that way," she adds, pointing to the southern tunnel.

 

[Legildur]

Dowkan silently shakes his head in the negative and makes his way across the cavern with Rygus to the southern exit to keep watch for kobold reinforcements. As soon as Sabriel appears to have finished her search, he starts down the tunnel.

 

[Verbatim]

When they begin moving south once more, Rygus falls in behind Dowkan although he is sure that while the weaver may have doubted his gut feeling on where their missing Hrolf might be, he doubted it not. Now it was a simple matter of just getting back to Mithral Hall to find out if his theory was correct.

~If a few less Forsaken are around when I return, so much the better.~

 

[hippocrachus]

~ The Adventurers ~

Not too far down this very short tunnel, the path forks. Judging by the sounds of a gentle surf, the path to the right leads to the snipernest over the beach. The cavern at the end of the path to the left can be seen by anyone with darkvision.