The Ancient Paths - Path II

[Verbatim]

As the last of the tunnel rats were dispatched, Rygus raised the visor of his helm up and glanced over at the small pile of bodies they had left in their wake. Seeing Dowkan wipe the blade of his axe on the tattered cloak one of them wore, Rygus followed suit wiping the hammer's blunt face clean also.

[sblock=dwarven]"The worst part is the stench their blood leaves. It will take hours to clean our weapons enough to remove it."[/sblock]

Watching as steam rose off the axe, Rygus took a step close to better see the weapon.

[sblock=Dwarven]"Frost is an odd choice for a weapon made by the fire and forge."[/sblock]

 

[kirinke]

Sabriel let her hand fall from her shouldered bow once she realized that the threat was over. "I really need to work on my aim," she muttered to herself. While she had a great deal of practice hunting for food and work on stationary targets, battlefield situations, even small ones were a bit different. Well, alot different.

No excuses girl-chit. As a bard and a thief, you're expected to lie to others, to film the truth over to suite a goal or situation. But never lie to yourself. Once you do, you become as about as effective as a clod of dirt. the stern voice of her father came back to her, after he had caught her coming in way late one night.

 

[Legildur]

Dowkan grunts as he finishes cleaning the axe. Standing upright, he replies to Rygus. [sblock=dwarven]"Frost? It could be moist warm air as far as I care. The blade be sharp and true and don't notch so easy. What dwarf wouldn't be proud to wield an axe so fine?"

"Maybe it being made by some northern cousins? The wizard be knowing more about the history of the axe than I be knowing," he adds with a gesture of his head back to Nae'talis.[/sblock]

 

[hippocrachus]

~ The Adventurers ~

Each kobold has an Outer God holy symbol crafted poorly from real gold around their neck. Their weapons and armor are mundane.

 

[Verbatim]

Looking towards the Weaver, Rygus considered Dowkan's words but still found it strange that even with the axe coming to him from the human, he had not sought to learn more of its past.

~Even among the Children there are those who care little for the old ways...~

Watching the jilly stuff the golden idols into her pack, Rygus shrugged and let her take them.

~It is the birth stones you care for...the ore unworked may have pleased you, but in that shape it will not carry your favor.~

When she had finished, Rygus motioned towards the deepening tunnel and waited for Dowkan to move before pressing onwards.

 

[Legildur]

Dowkan visually checks with the others, and then moves forward once again.

 

[kirinke]

Sabriel makes sure that everyone is more or less ok before she moves to follow the dwarves, her own eyes alert for any trouble.

 

[hippocrachus]

~ The Adventurers ~

The group travels a little further before they start to notice that the cavern walls are no longer cavern walls at all and instead, masterworked, obsidian-black stone. The chamber they come to next surprises the party entirely.
It's flat, smooth floor and ceiling reflect light cast upon them. The walls are covered in frescoes that depict a bald human male in blue robes calling bolts of lightning down upon a castle, binding a scorpion demon into a pentagram, blotting out the sun with a monstrous black hand he controls in the sky, and sundering the temple of some unkown god with a bolt of red magical energy. Eight pillars arranged in two rows of four each run from floor to ceiling. Each pillar is crafted to resemble a human in robes holding the ceiling with his outstretched hands. The figures wear holy symbols or display them on their robes. Each symbol corresponds to a deity of good or neutrality.
There are doors to the north and east built of smooth black rock.

 

[Legildur]

Dowkan simply stands there and takes in the whole scene. "Well, well, well. Ain't this someone's special place," he mutters.

 

[kirinke]

Sabriel looks at the frescoes, frowning. "Well, we obviously found something important." she said dryly." she looked at the smooth black doors so resembling this, well antichamber. "I think this might be a temple of some sort, or the beginnings of one anyway."