D&D 5E The Kalarian Precipice - Chapter Three

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The Kalarian Precipice - Chapter Three
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With bold steps down the wider of the passageways, our explorers continue to wind and turn through the claustrophobic darkness. Perhaps they begin to pity the ancient folk who once worked here, smashing away to create tunnels, carting off rocky waste to an unknown dumping ground, chipping at walls in the hope of a random life-changing discovery.

The evidence of sampling continues as you move on, small areas in the walls where black basalt has been levered or chiseled at. You pass another small passageway then, to your right, and finally another as you are stopped in your tracks.

The walls begin to part ahead of you as the tunnel expands in width and height. Finally, a little extra personal space perhaps? Your light sources and viewing angle leave sections of the upcoming area concealed from the eye, until you proceed further. Certainly, the path opens into the beginnings of a cavern some thirty feet wide and equally high. And it ends there. Directly ahead a great pile of rock blocks the way ahead. It is a random mess of broken stone, fragments and grit. Looking upwards, one might even suspect that it was born of a rockfall of some kind.

"The base rock isn't meant to do that," Annit whispers pointing to the top of the distant obstacle. "That is why we haven't seen any bracing or supporting timber for a while. I... don't like it."

Then Dain sees something else alarming. The slightest movement of a shadow in the dim light, cast upon the stoney blockage ahead. A mischievous flicker of the torch? Surely the dark is getting to you. Or something else?

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[daindarkspring]

Dain - Into the Shadows

As they moved along, the shuffling of their feet and the sound of their breathing seemed to grow louder to Dain's ears. Perhaps it was the fact that they were getting deeper and deeper, further and further, into the mine and sound was echoing. The mystical lights, brought forth by the mages among them, gave everything an eerie glow. He looked at his torch more than once, glad for its simple light, and he thought of open campfires beneath the stars. It relaxed him...though only for a moment.

Essithea. The young queen. My memory flickers like my torch, though so little is illuminated! I dream of my goddess as I would of a lover...am I a maddened heretic or am I blessed?!

Moving into the larger cavern, they no doubt naturally began to spread out. He followed Annit's finger as she pointed to the mass of rock before them, and he mulled her whispered words carefully. His eyes widened quickly when he saw the movement amid the stones. Had they not come face to face with armor that moved on its own? With bones animated by some vile magic? He was not in a mood to let even the smallest hint of danger go unheeded!

His sword dropped into a defensive guard and he raised his torch upwards, at the same time bursting forward with sure steps towards what he had seen. "Jeovanna! Stand ready! Carthum! Raise your shield before the others!"

Dain was certainly taking no chances. Better he sound like a fool than end up dead.

 

[Jeovanna]

Jeovanna: Into the Shadows

Perhaps in another place, at another time, the caverns might have been beautiful. But the quiet horror at work here, it was stifling. She pitied the workers and the undead, for having to live down here in the dark.

As Dain moved forward, Jeovanna would as well. Her greatsword gleamed with the light reflected from Otiroth's spell.

All thoughts of a peaceful solution to this were long gone; what had seemed to make so much sense in the sunlight was meaningless vanity down here.

 

[Metea]

Metea- Into the Shadows

Metea's mind was spinning. She'd take in what she could, and while she could see better than her human companions, the mine itself was still eerily absent of anything but despair.

"Does a necromancer need to stay close? Or can it raise the dead and wander off?" Metea asked. In theory, she was probably talking to Otiroth, but it seemed she was also just thinking aloud, no doubt voicing concerns others had. "Does it even need to be a necromancer? If these miners stood their ground when mining gems was outlawed... if their dedication to their craft drew them to remain behind..."

Otiroth was no doubt right. The forbidden Forbidden Magic. That meant that there wasn't much to be learned about it- not where they could get to it.

That didn't mean that there was nothing out there. Hidden away.

In the dark.

She'd wrap her tail around herself as the others reacted to something out in the dark. Metea was fully ready to blast anything that wasn't one of her friends that moved. But they were unlikely to be accosted by a prankster scoundrel down here. Just more skeletons.

 

[Carthum One-Tusk]

Carthum seemed tense. Well, they all seemed tense. It was quite different from before, even after the armor; Otiroth had impressed into them the dangers of the undead, no doubt. Carthum felt Suru's light within him, desiring to be unleashed... yet Carthum's own flesh seemed somehow in the way.

There was truth here; waiting. Brimming.

He'd raise his shield, banging his mace against it. "I stand at your back!" He'd say. The front of his shield glimmers with light as he did, pointed towards where Dain leapt, for Suru always lit the way!

<Spellcasting, cantrip. Light.>

 

[Otiroth]

Otiroth: Into the shadows

Otiroth did not answer Metea's musings. Perhaps he was musing himself, perhaps he had no answers, perhaps there was no time for answers. It probably did not matter; they were deep in the mines now, they would find their answers soon enough.

The dragon-blooded grimaced as Dain jumped ahead once more, and would wave one hand, summoning up a few floating orbs and sending them pursuing the ranger. They could not nip at his heels, but they could light them!

Otiroth's gaze, though, would not follow his dancing lights, but instead turn back over his shoulder. They had left far too many unexplored caves behind them for his liking...

<Spellcasting: dancing lights>

 

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Into the Shadows

There is more movement as Dain and Jeovanna bravely force forwards into the cavernous space. Well illuminated now, thanks to a vast array of lighting methods, the features around you also take on greater detail.

Within the walls near the rockfall, you finally witness a change in the lifeless stone that surrounds you. The tiniest vein of white. Not gem-grade material by any means, but a sign that other minerals have grown within the basalt at these greater depths.

Of more immediate interest, to the left of your entrance point is a dark and foot-wide narrow crack within the walls. Possibly an imperfection in nature’s formations, where immense heat and gas has caused separation in the old stone’s birth. Near the entrance to the small fissure lies a collection of litter. A few old bones. Clumps of dislodged rock. A rat’s skull. Something purple and shriveled, a lifeless piece of dried flesh? A cold shiver runs down your spines. Wrongness. Something is off, and it's not just the meat.

Alarm bells ring in your heads as the sound of crackling energy emanates from the hole.

Then all is silent for a moment. Until Otiroth turns to check their rear, hearing another crackle… as a small beast comes into view behind both he and Carthum.

It is small. Only a few feet high in fact, but that does not diminish it's ugliness. Disproportionate arms hang low, knuckles touching the ground like a shrunken ape. The body is a mass of hair and spines, and oh it's face. Huge yellow eyes, no doubt an adaptation to dark places. A heavily tusked jaw and pincers on each grotesque hand only add to the horror. It stares at the priest and sorcerer with immense hatred, and a strange kind of longing.

Without further ado, it crouches as though preparing to leap into an attack!

<Otiroth: Wisdom saving throw required immediately (d20+Wis modifier).
Metea: Feel free to make a Wisdom check (d20+Wis modifier), the higher the result the more you might know about this tiny fiend.
All: Roll Initiative (d20+Dex modifier), then we will start round 1. You are welcome to speak to each other as free actions in your next posts before round 1 kicks off.
In its current position, 2 characters can enter melee at a time.>

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Metea: Into the Shadows

Metea: You can perhaps catch a glance of the little creature, as the crackling sounds accompany its arrival behind your fine colleagues. Well well, maybe some of that alone-time and private reading was actually useful, more than just fantasy and the writings of the deranged. The appearance of the being and the manner that it seems to be able to "pop" around, tickle your thoughts. Some creatures it is said, can move via thought alone. Teleportation! Is this some kind of hybrid being? A weaving of the Fey and Fiend-touched planes? Corruption. Torture. Yes, those words you remember well. Also something about fear being a means to an end... corrupting souls is its way of gaining ranks! What was it called... argh, you can't quite remember right now.

Given the size of it, and the fact that so far it seems to be alone, you estimate a good likelihood of your team being able to overpower it. That said, the unwise should probably stay well away...

<Anyone within 10ft needs to make a DC 11 Wisdom save each round, or suffer in awe of the monster's powerful ability to breed fear.

PS: Its AC is 15.>

 

[Metea]

Metea: into the shadows

Metea sees the creature, and despite being in the middle of her team's ranks, a relatively excellent place to be protected, she is gripped by fear. It is not only that it is some kind of diabolic creature, not only an overwhelmed soul tired and nervous after their long journey, but a sudden lingering terror of judgement.

"It can teleport!" Metea blurted out, because that was what she knew the others would most need to know. And perhaps they would think she had simply noticed that, that she had never read about these demonic creatures in a pique of curiosity or spite. "It's a fiend, it... they're..." Ugh, she should have either read more or less!

She wasn't a demon!

 

[Jeovanna]

Jeovanna: Into the Shadows

"A den," Jeovanna noted. She didn't recognize the piece of meat, but that was probably inevitable with how rotten it looked. Was there something to hunt down here, or had the creature that lived inside that hovel found a way to the surface?

Were there more?

There was a crackling then, and Metea was shouting, and while Jeovanna could see the creature, it didn't look like any beast she had seen. "Tele-what? Is it the necromancer?" She was trying to put it all together, as if there was anything logical about an underground fortress full of twisted magic- how'd it even gotten over there?

This seemed like important information, so she wasn't going to just pretend she got what the tiefling was saying!

Well, regardless, they didn't like it, so the point of her sword was now pointing in the yellow-eyed creature's direction- it seemed ready to attack.