The Key to Victory

[HolyMan]

[sblock=OOC] I do believe they started with one torch - 2 days ago and have been making do with homemade ones from scrap that they find. Which there is plenty of. I think all Vance could think about was the combat you might face and it made him jealous, so he forgot your other (more important) requests.

Also jackslate45 forgot a couple times to let you know, that for this game there is no quoting. Just to keep the appearance up you understand.

Ok let's head towards the "main cavern" if you could direct yourselves leaving the rotting corspes behind, I will pick it up from there.[/sblock]

 

[ghostcat]

Trinham's face falls as Jareth shows him that there is no food in his pack and his stomach stars to grumble even more.

Putting his disappointment, and hunger, behind him, he prepares to follow the others out of the cave, acting as rear guard. As he already has a loaded crossbow in his hand, he decides to keep using it.

 

[Dragonwriter]

Jareth sighs and rolls up the potions, shaking his head. Knew I should've reminded that glory hound about food provisions...

The young man proceeds to coil his chain and attach it to the loop on his belt. He goes to join the front of the group as the new wizardess starts to lead the way to water. The coiled links and barbs of the chain give a slight, eerie echo as the red-haired warrior walks. He glances about every so often, a hint of anxiety on his face. Once this is over, I never want to go underground again... Had enough of it for a lifetime. Just, gods, don't let another ally die in another cave with me.

 

[HolyMan]

The human female Ernestine which the group encountered in the Ways of the Dead leads the group to the cavern that has been her home for over a month now.

The ceiling is huge here and if it were not for some glowing fungi growing up one wall you would not be able to see it. The opposite wall goes up like a backwards hill curving towards the center of the room and stopping before it reaches the ceiling. There must be some type of shelf or ledge up there but it would be impossible to climb up.

Under the wall with the glowing fungus a stream passes out fromunder one wall to disappear under another. The water gurgles over rocks as it moves along and a few fish can be seen traveling along the water as well. Non-glowing fungus grows along the bank of the stream.

A make shift camp with a cold fire pit and bedroll sit under the rocky overhang and a battered crate with a candle stub sit beside the bedroll acting as a nightstand. There is one other passage leading out of this room as well as the passage you just entered from.

Ernestine looks around before waving a hand and saying, "Welcome to my home."

 

[Aldern Foxglove]

"Wow, we really need to get you out of here. But at least we can do a spot of fishing to replenish supplies." Aver says brightly, patting Ernestine companionably on the shoulder. "I could use a rest before tackling the old spellbook to, I'd like to able to something - other than suck and die - if we encounter more undead."

 

[Fangor the Fierce]

"Have you managed to see anything up there?" Mal asks, pointing the high ceiling with the possible ledge up there from the back wall. His curiosity was always a crutch for him, and even now, after battle, he finds himself still wanting to explore more before resting.

He moves to the rear wall, inspecting the incline, testing the smoothness of the surface and feeling his hands stick to it none the less. Something was different, and he could feel it. It was asking him, urging him to the ledge above....

 

[jackslate45]

Ernestine smiled at Aver saying " A fellow wizard is a welcoming blessing. If we have time, maybe we could share spells? I would love to see what you have."

Looking at Mal questioningly, Ern walks over to the rear wall and raises her hand high in the air. Even the tall Ern could not reach the ledge. "Does that answer your question? I am not strong enough to pull myself up there, even if I could reach it."

Looking around at the rest of the party, Ern says "Please make yourselves comfortable. I will do my best to explain what I know about these caves"

 

[HolyMan]

"Yes cozy," Tira says with sarcasm. "So maybe you could have been here for a while like you said. And maybe you did get chased into here by Reavers. But why are the Reavers back at all. They should know that if they try to reestablish a base here there will be more bloodshed and more," she shivers at here next thought. "More dead."

 

[Dragonwriter]

The fiery-haired young man follows into the cavern, looking around. "Yes, do explain just what you know. You'll forgive me if I don't have a seat," Jareth says with a frown, his voice polite but cold. He remains standing and paces along a length of the cavern.

At Tira's comment, Jareth flatly states, "Somehow, I doubt they're worried about more dead. I wouldn't be surprised, with some of what I've heard, if these Reavers were responsible for those undead."

 

[Aldern Foxglove]

"Oh I'm not a wizard, I just do a bit of magic here and there. I dabble. But sure thing you are welcome to take a nosey in exchange for the same courtesy of course." Aver says smiling,

"I'm afraid I'm all about the shootiness for the most part. You new pew pew pow pow! There's something inherently pleasing about hurling acid at sensitive areas." He shrugs, "What can I say, I'm an elf of simple pleasures."

"So putting Undead and Reavers aside for a moment, anyone a half decent fisherman? We could really use some more provisions..."