The Drow War Book One - Chillhame

[Festy_Dog]

Saxon and his wolf companion stagger to their feet, both somewhat disorientated. A glance at the chasm and a thought of what could have been strike a clear note in Saxon's thoughts despite the temporary fog inhabiting his mind.

"I believe I will in future be resolutely opposed to any further ideas of this nature," he asserts, and sits down nearby, "I need a moment to gather my wits."

Mzarem whimpers as if in agreement and takes a place next to his friend.

 

[Endur]

Laurel looks at the other cart to see if it looks like a recent crash. She also looks deeper into the darkness to see if anyone is watching them or lurking in the darkness.

 

[Evil Ujio]

Kyalia heals Enthalus for 7 points of damage. The tipped over cart looks to have been sitting here for some time...

Kyalia heals the elven bard, and his bleeding subsides till it stops completely, leaving a small scar on his forehead. The area is dark with only light from the Light spell giving any chance for anyone to pick out details.

Laurel can see that the drop off, goes down quite a ways, perhaps 30 to 60 feet in depth…

Mzarem seems on edge and sniffs the air.

 

[Festy_Dog]

"Mzarem's caught a scent," Saxon says, getting to his feet and arming himself, but still slightly dizzy, "The crash would have been hard not to notice."

 

[Ranger Rick]

After shaking his head to regain his wits, Dolan smiles and looks to Kyalia, "Hmmmm as I was saying, it is undignified to be riding in this thing. Good thing I will not say, I told you."

 

[Thanee]

Kyalia

“Yes, you are right,” Kyalia says in Saxon's direction, while ducking behind the mine cart, her fingers tightening around her sword handle.

 

[Evil Ujio]

“Yes, you are right,” Kyalia says in Saxon's direction, while ducking behind the mine cart, her fingers tightening around her sword handle.

Kyalia looks in the direction, indeed the whole party is drawn towards the darkened path behind them as something comes into view… a man. Except he stands above the floor, his feet do not touch the ground…

The man comes into sight, his face lowered; his clothes look to be of fine make though dirty with blood and somewhat disheveled. He raises his head slowly as he gets within thirty feet and he has no eyes, just empty bloody sockets, and a slash across his neck where blood seems to continue to ooze…

The mouth forms a tight rictus grin as the brows furrow, the figure looking directly towards the party.

 

[Voadam]

Looking grave, Enthalus stands up and readies his new hobgoblin shield.

 

[Endur]

Laurel backs away, "Can he still be alive?"

 

[Voadam]

Enthalus tries to see if the being is at all translucent like a ghost or a phantasm, or solid like an actual body. He notes whether there is a trail of blood behind the floating man dripping from his neck.