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<blockquote data-quote="Warbringer" data-source="post: 3583223" data-attributes="member: 14391"><p><strong>Act VII Temple in a Temple (Part II)</strong></p><p></p><p>'You are sure the huts are empty?' Mithros asked.</p><p></p><p>'I see no signs of movement,' Nightshade answered.</p><p></p><p>Mithros looked back across the clearing to the temple. </p><p></p><p>'Tzzt, you're with me,' Mithros instructed. ' The rest of you follow about thirty paces back. Nightshade, watch thier backs.'</p><p></p><p>Thianiallis nodded in agreement. It was a standard plan, though he'd have been more comfortable if the psions had have been here to sweep the temple first. He waited until the ranger and warforged where thirty paces before signaling for the others to follow them across the opening and starting to climb the half dozen giant steps. Walking backwards, he carefully watched the jungle for signs of other lizardfolk, his bowstring taught. He didn't like being in the open, he felt vulnerable without his shadows, naked. </p><p></p><p>Mithros climbed the giant steps, each of the three foot risers almost level with his hips, requiring him to leap between the steps. Beside him, the seven foot warforged took the steps in his literal stride.</p><p></p><p>Reaching the top, the ranger looked across the portico, past the broken columns that laid toppled, their capitals long shattered, to the great gaping entrance that stood over thirty feet high. No door barred their way.</p><p></p><p>Mithros signaled for the warforged to wait while he investigated the entrance, drawing his blade as he approached the dark shadows of the temple, and checking the portico for signs of travel.</p><p></p><p>Numerous claw prints traversed the portico in many directions. Patrols came and went from the temple with regularity, and for quite some time. Layered upon the claw marks he saw the prints of weighted booted leading into the temple, the dense heel mark a clear sign of the weight of armor, the small angular nicks indicating some resting on the hilts of their swords, blade down; Mithros estimated a dozen or so warriors entered the temple, but did not appear to leave.</p><p></p><p>Hidden within the multitude of tracks the ranger found two of particular notice. One set, barely hidden, were large, indicating a humanoid of seven feet of so, but the marks where deep, as if the creature that made them was made of metal. The last set, he almost missed, though not smaller than the others, they left almost no sign of passage; the pink skins that the chieftain had told Kierrna and other about.</p><p></p><p>Mithros peered through the great door way, the late afternoon sun already behind the temple, the chamber beyond lost in shadow. Mithros squinted, his elven eyes trying pick out details in the shadow, but there was not enough light for even his heightened vision.</p><p>Slowly, he stepped into the shadow.</p><p></p><p>Kierrna and Kateria reached the top of the stairs as the ranger disappeared into the darkness, the elf helping the gnome scramble up the giant steps.</p><p></p><p>As Mithros vanished, Kateria cursed under her breath, frustrated that he had not waited for the rest to reach the top of the stairs. The sun would set soon, and she was concerned about continuing the day?s quest after sun fall, especially with undead around.</p><p></p><p>As if to echo her fear, Nightshade, pulled her sleeve and signaled the sound of an approaching patrol coming from the direction of the huts. Quickly, she signaled for the party to move on to the portico and drop to the ground, hoping that the elevation would give them some cover from those below.</p><p></p><p>Beneath her she could here the lizardfolk talking, and from the sound of their voices they were not coming towards them, but heading into the huts. She quietly crawled up to the portico edge and as the last of the lizardfolk entered the largest hut below, she finally released a breath she did not realize she had been holding.</p><p></p><p>The impromptu plan had seemed to work, until the sound of echoed out of the chamber.</p><p>Jumping quickly to her feet, Kateria shaped a spell in her mind, and before the lizardfolk could respond she filled the hut they had entered with sticky web. </p><p></p><p>The others had also reacted swiftly, Tzzt disappearing into the temple, Kierrna and Nightshade moving quickly to the fray. The cry of ghouls stopped the gnome in her tracks.</p><p></p><p>The ranger had responded quickly to the ambush, feeling the ghouls? presence before they had a chance to pounce. The blow from his scimitar would have crippled a living enemy, but the ghoul kept coming. His blow landed, he stepped back towards the doorway to stop the creatures surrounding him.</p><p></p><p>The second ghoul indeed had tried to flank him, but his defensive posture forced it into a clumsy attack, that he easily parried aside. The ghoul pounced again, but never landed a blow as Tzzt?s great chain struck it in mid air, the metal links wrapping around its waist, pulling it to the ground.</p><p></p><p>The ghoul tried to claw its way back to the ranger, but Tzzt dragged the hissing undead slowly towards him, and once it was within his reach, pummeled it with his great fist.</p><p>Spinning on his heal, Mithros twirled the double blade scimitar, the decapitating blow killing the ghoul instantly, undead or not.</p><p></p><p>The undead cleared, the rest of the group moved into the temple hall, the gnome providing light with one her alchemical inventions. the pale blue light barely reaching the temple ceiling, forty feet above their heads. </p><p></p><p>The antechamber was huge, the pale blue light from the artificers barely illuminating the temple ceiling, forty feet above their heads. Eight massive columns rose to the ceiling, supporting its great weight, ancient faded murals on their surface depicting long lost gods, the images on the ceiling indicating that these titans supported the world on their shoulders.</p><p>'Wow,' Kateria commented. 'The murals look like they were painted yesterday.'</p><p></p><p>'The paints probably used an alcatemporal base,' Kierrna replied.</p><p></p><p>'A what?' the elf quizzed.</p><p></p><p>'Anti fading,' the gnome smiled.</p><p></p><p>Mithros, signaled for the two to stop talking, moving towards the wall near the entrance where the ghouls had come from. A section of wall had collapsed, revealing a passage that lead away into the darkness, a secret passage that once let the temple guards appear behind any causing trouble in the temple.</p><p></p><p>But now, the passage's secret lost, it offered a way into the heart of the temple. Mithros stared down the passage, the smell fo death still lingering in the sate passage.</p><p></p><p>'Kierrna, do you have any more of those little lights of yours?' Mithros asked the gnome. 'The ones that roll.'</p><p></p><p>Rummaging through the pouches, that always seemed to contain more items than their size could ever hold, she pulled out a small a small red ball and shook it vigorously.</p><p></p><p>Mithros took the glowing sphere, and kicked it down the corridor, its shallow light bathing the walls a soft pink hue. </p><p></p><p>The ranger turned and started at the gnome, whom giggling, simply mouthed '<em>Sorry, wrong bag.</em>'</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Warbringer, post: 3583223, member: 14391"] [B]Act VII Temple in a Temple (Part II)[/B] 'You are sure the huts are empty?' Mithros asked. 'I see no signs of movement,' Nightshade answered. Mithros looked back across the clearing to the temple. 'Tzzt, you're with me,' Mithros instructed. ' The rest of you follow about thirty paces back. Nightshade, watch thier backs.' Thianiallis nodded in agreement. It was a standard plan, though he'd have been more comfortable if the psions had have been here to sweep the temple first. He waited until the ranger and warforged where thirty paces before signaling for the others to follow them across the opening and starting to climb the half dozen giant steps. Walking backwards, he carefully watched the jungle for signs of other lizardfolk, his bowstring taught. He didn't like being in the open, he felt vulnerable without his shadows, naked. Mithros climbed the giant steps, each of the three foot risers almost level with his hips, requiring him to leap between the steps. Beside him, the seven foot warforged took the steps in his literal stride. Reaching the top, the ranger looked across the portico, past the broken columns that laid toppled, their capitals long shattered, to the great gaping entrance that stood over thirty feet high. No door barred their way. Mithros signaled for the warforged to wait while he investigated the entrance, drawing his blade as he approached the dark shadows of the temple, and checking the portico for signs of travel. Numerous claw prints traversed the portico in many directions. Patrols came and went from the temple with regularity, and for quite some time. Layered upon the claw marks he saw the prints of weighted booted leading into the temple, the dense heel mark a clear sign of the weight of armor, the small angular nicks indicating some resting on the hilts of their swords, blade down; Mithros estimated a dozen or so warriors entered the temple, but did not appear to leave. Hidden within the multitude of tracks the ranger found two of particular notice. One set, barely hidden, were large, indicating a humanoid of seven feet of so, but the marks where deep, as if the creature that made them was made of metal. The last set, he almost missed, though not smaller than the others, they left almost no sign of passage; the pink skins that the chieftain had told Kierrna and other about. Mithros peered through the great door way, the late afternoon sun already behind the temple, the chamber beyond lost in shadow. Mithros squinted, his elven eyes trying pick out details in the shadow, but there was not enough light for even his heightened vision. Slowly, he stepped into the shadow. Kierrna and Kateria reached the top of the stairs as the ranger disappeared into the darkness, the elf helping the gnome scramble up the giant steps. As Mithros vanished, Kateria cursed under her breath, frustrated that he had not waited for the rest to reach the top of the stairs. The sun would set soon, and she was concerned about continuing the day?s quest after sun fall, especially with undead around. As if to echo her fear, Nightshade, pulled her sleeve and signaled the sound of an approaching patrol coming from the direction of the huts. Quickly, she signaled for the party to move on to the portico and drop to the ground, hoping that the elevation would give them some cover from those below. Beneath her she could here the lizardfolk talking, and from the sound of their voices they were not coming towards them, but heading into the huts. She quietly crawled up to the portico edge and as the last of the lizardfolk entered the largest hut below, she finally released a breath she did not realize she had been holding. The impromptu plan had seemed to work, until the sound of echoed out of the chamber. Jumping quickly to her feet, Kateria shaped a spell in her mind, and before the lizardfolk could respond she filled the hut they had entered with sticky web. The others had also reacted swiftly, Tzzt disappearing into the temple, Kierrna and Nightshade moving quickly to the fray. The cry of ghouls stopped the gnome in her tracks. The ranger had responded quickly to the ambush, feeling the ghouls? presence before they had a chance to pounce. The blow from his scimitar would have crippled a living enemy, but the ghoul kept coming. His blow landed, he stepped back towards the doorway to stop the creatures surrounding him. The second ghoul indeed had tried to flank him, but his defensive posture forced it into a clumsy attack, that he easily parried aside. The ghoul pounced again, but never landed a blow as Tzzt?s great chain struck it in mid air, the metal links wrapping around its waist, pulling it to the ground. The ghoul tried to claw its way back to the ranger, but Tzzt dragged the hissing undead slowly towards him, and once it was within his reach, pummeled it with his great fist. Spinning on his heal, Mithros twirled the double blade scimitar, the decapitating blow killing the ghoul instantly, undead or not. The undead cleared, the rest of the group moved into the temple hall, the gnome providing light with one her alchemical inventions. the pale blue light barely reaching the temple ceiling, forty feet above their heads. The antechamber was huge, the pale blue light from the artificers barely illuminating the temple ceiling, forty feet above their heads. Eight massive columns rose to the ceiling, supporting its great weight, ancient faded murals on their surface depicting long lost gods, the images on the ceiling indicating that these titans supported the world on their shoulders. 'Wow,' Kateria commented. 'The murals look like they were painted yesterday.' 'The paints probably used an alcatemporal base,' Kierrna replied. 'A what?' the elf quizzed. 'Anti fading,' the gnome smiled. Mithros, signaled for the two to stop talking, moving towards the wall near the entrance where the ghouls had come from. A section of wall had collapsed, revealing a passage that lead away into the darkness, a secret passage that once let the temple guards appear behind any causing trouble in the temple. But now, the passage's secret lost, it offered a way into the heart of the temple. Mithros stared down the passage, the smell fo death still lingering in the sate passage. 'Kierrna, do you have any more of those little lights of yours?' Mithros asked the gnome. 'The ones that roll.' Rummaging through the pouches, that always seemed to contain more items than their size could ever hold, she pulled out a small a small red ball and shook it vigorously. Mithros took the glowing sphere, and kicked it down the corridor, its shallow light bathing the walls a soft pink hue. The ranger turned and started at the gnome, whom giggling, simply mouthed '[I]Sorry, wrong bag.[/I]' [/QUOTE]
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