THE DUNGEON: (1) Out of Whistle

[Argent Silvermage]

Kazareen's spell selection remains unchanged.
Kaz will keep ahold of the rod they found if no one minds. (actualy it has been in his pack since he found it.)

 

[Sixchan]

If anyone still needs healing, Aska heals them. She'll just spontaneously cast cure spells before she rests.

 

[Uriel]

OoC: I will have to dig up Kaz's spells, unless Argent graciously repeats them for me. Aska, what spells do you go with on the new day?

IC: After a rather smelly, but safe Night's rest, you awake to the smell of a fire and,delightedly,the smell of eggs.

Moving outside of the cave, you see a tiny form moving around a campfire, wielding a spatula (taken from Kaz's backpack) like a shovel, flipping and stirring sizzling brwon eggs cooking in an old skillet (also taken from someone's pack).
Looking back, the Atomie grins and says 'Morning to ya, Lords and Ladies! I 'ope ya slept well, smelly as that cave wuz and' all. I found a couple nests down the road a bit, Quail I think. There's plums in a bowl near the fire, though there's no bacon fwer these eggs, pity that.'.
The little fellow then turns back and begins shoveling eggs onto the various wooden/tin plates that you folks had in your packs.

Jack, taking up a spoon as his plate, begins eating with a tiny little fork that he has produced from somewhere, talking through his breakfast 'I reckon the Portal is about 5 miles. I figured you Folks wuz 'eadin' there, wot with yer tracks from the Road an' all. Well, Portal it is then, fer Jack lobbins, Scout and Forward Lookout.'

the little fellow smiles again, then lowers his face, ravenously shoveling egg into his mouth once more.

 

[Argent Silvermage]

[Spells memorized:
0 Level: Detect Magic, Conjurer’s Tool-belt, Prestidigitation, and Mending
1st Level: Mage Armor, Shield, Quakethrust, and Kauper’s Skittish Nerves.
2nd Level: Mirror Image, Slipping the Ranks, and Melf’s Acid Arrow x2.
3rd Level: Greater Sleep, Fireball, and Dispel Magic.]

Kaz's mouth starts watering.
Oh... Eggs! Jack your a goddess send. He digs in ravenously.

 

[GoldenEagle]

Taklinn looks at Jack, starts to grumble something....and stops he did cook breakfast after all. "So yer coming to the portal too, eh? Do you ya have a stout weapon? larger than a toothpick I hope. And you did you come to be in that daerned box?"

 

[Uriel]

Jack looks up a bit sheepishly.
'Well, les jus' say I wuz ,ahem, 'iding till I got a better chance ta escape, iIwuz...Thet Dragolisk killed off all of me companions. truth betold, I wuz not exactly a free Atomie with them folks. Jack lifts a tiny shirt-sleeve and shows ff an old Scar, a Rune burned into his skin.'There wuz a mage wot Bought me and forced me ta be lookout and trap-tester fer his Mates..glad 'ese Dead now, I is...a right Bastard he wuz. As fer a weapon, I don 'ave a sword, though p'raps i kin scrounge up a Dager somewheres, that'll do, i reckon.' Jak looks back to his plate, his tiny fingers lingering over the cruel burn upon his arm for a second, then covering it once more.

 

[GoldenEagle]

The white streak in Taklinn's hair and beard were constant reminders of his own experiences with ill tempered mages. Being defensless around magic is not right. Taklinn, without saying a work, draws his best dagger and offers it to their new-found companion.

(If thanked he will only grunt, "less weight for me to carry")

 

[Uriel]

Jack looks up with a wonder in his eyes at the gift from Taklinn.
'Why, this is th finest Sword I've ever seen, Mister taklinn, Cor what a beaut!' The little Atomie waves the blade to and fro in the air, dancing about like some mad swashbuckling manikin. Sheating the dagger, the Atomie begins to gather up bits of gear from the refuse, creating a makeshift knapsack and stuffing it with a half dozen plums.
'Well, shall we be off, my boon companions, adventure awaits, as they say...'

<Providing you are all ready to continue>

The Road to the Portal is one used often, or so it would seem at first glance.To Taklinn's seasoned eyes, a closer inspection reveals that many of the tracks seem to be going one way, and then back, as if whoever made them was turned away at the Portal.
What you all know of the Portals is that the Guardians are tremendously powerful Beings of a variety of sorts. Indeed, if the Minstrels of Whistle are to be believed, no two Guardians are alike, and there are said to be Hundreds of Portals throughout the Dungeon, maybe thousands.

A few hours later, right about noon, as you all reckon, with biting flies buzzing in your ears and the 'Sun' beating down on you from above, you stand before what must be the Portal.

Two Pillars stand to either side of a narrow cleft leading into the Mountains, aged stone showing the weathering of countless years. The pillars seem to be made of pale marble veined with blue. Kaz and Aska feel a warm emination from the Pillars, almost as if they were alive. .

A few moments later, the sound of grinding rock heralds the arrival of the Guardian. The Pillars ARE the Guardian.
The Marble begins to melt fluidly to the ground, coalesceing in to a pool at the cleft's center. Then, building from the ground up, a vaguely humanoid form shapes from the liquid rock. In a few seconds a towering figure looms above you all, standing at least 15 feet tall.
A head looks down, 2 quartz eyes gittering a pale blue and a booming voice speaks to you 'TO CROSS,YOU MUST ANSWER MY RIDDLE. IF YOU FAIL, YOU MAY NEVER AGAIN PASS THIS WAY. WILL YOU ANSWER AS A GROUP OR AS INDIVIDUALS, ACCEPTING YOUR FATE AS IT COMES...DECIDE.'
The Guardian stands stock still, regarding you impassively.

 

[Argent Silvermage]

WOW! That is so cool! Do it again! Please? Kaz's eyes could not possibly get any bigger as he stares in wonder at the guardians.
[OOC: I vote as a group.]

 

[Chauzu]

"As a group," Takote answers lowly to the rest of his party.