The Psionicle, Part II

[Sollir Furryfoot]

Sahgrim turns to his psionic (and cleric) companions, "We shouldn't hold any suspicions or grudges against Desimus unless he has shown himself to be untrustworthy, but for now I think i'll join him in looking for a shop, as I'm in need to re-stock some of my weapons.

Sahgrim follows Desimus to the Gateway armor,

"Hello there Desimus, I thought I would get some things as well." Sahgrim turns to the shopkeeper when Desimus is through, "I'd like to buy a few daggers from you if you have any, silver being my perferred choice of metal although i'll take normal ones."

(I'll buy as many normal daggers as I can, up to 5, after which I'll take 20 hailing my powerstone outside with the rest of the group.)

 

[GnomeWorks]

"Another one, eh?" The shopkeeper grumbles. He collects five daggers from under a shelf, of various metals. "Hmm... two iron, three silver... that'll be... eight gold for the two non-silvers... and..." He appears to be having troubles doing math. "... two, one for silvering it... up the price... four... twelve for the silver daggers. Twenty gold for all five." He says with a triumphant look.

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OOC:

OOC: Your scanning of the powerstone has been noted, Sahgrim.

 

[Sollir Furryfoot]

(Lol, that guys math confuses even me! )

Sahgrim takes a few gold coins outof his pouch and hands them to the man, adding in 5 extra gold, "Thankyou for your help kind sir." Sahgrim turns to Desimus, "Well I guess when you're done with your business we can be off, i'll be outside with the rest."

(Subtracted 25 gold from my total in the rogues gallery, btw, did anyone add up how much money we made from the Thri-Kreen we all got?)

 

[Zhure]

Osius checks his weaponry and gear and makes for the gate.

"Perhaps the Council has another reason for dealing so harshly with Tristram. We can only wait and see for the nonce; perhaps more enlightenment will be fortchoming after our return.

"All the suppositions in the world will be for nought if we do not return with our target."

 

[Dalamar]

Syld listens to the reasoning of his friends and nods.
"Maybe you're right and I'm just paranoid."

Syld heads to pack his own horse.

 

[Jarval]

After hailing the stone, Jansson follows the others outside.

"That sounds like a wise course, Osius. Though what the council said about Tristam sounded like plain murder to me. But who knows." He shrugs his shoulders.

He quickly checks through his equipment, and decides he wants nothing. He walks over to one of the horses the council provided.

"People never make allowances for halflings! I'm going to need a ladder to mount this creature!"

After some effort he scrambles up into the saddle.

 

[GnomeWorks]

Into the Depths...

After purchasing what equipment the Council did not provide for you, checking your weaponry and other gear, and mounting your horses (with some difficulty, for some of you ), you head towards the northern gate.

"Goin' out agin, are ye?" A now-familiar voice calls out from the top of a tower near the gates. "Kain, let 'em out!"

Multi-colored sparks fly as the group gets near the gate. Red ones join the purple and gray ones.

There is a cry of alarm. "Git th' mage away from th' gates! We know there's one among ye!"

The gates manage to creak open, however, and leave enough room for you to leave the city. As you exit, there is a resounding slam as the steel wall comes to rest heavily in it's place.

"Don't be dyin' out there, now, ye hear?" Thomas' voice calls out from over the walls in an encouraging tone.

Shardorn walks out into the field a few yards away from the rest of the group, and looks towards the cloud-covered sky, away from the sun. "Rashida, please guide us."

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After a few minutes of searching, you find a small hill around eighty yards away from the gate, and a little to the left of it from inside the city.

On the far side of the hill, pointing away from Garanasseur, is a hole that goes into the earth.

Darkness envelopes the passageway, and you cannot see deeper than five or so feet down into it. You can hear the faint sounds of water dripping - and nothing else.

"Light," Shardorn says, tapping her holy symbol. A soft silvery sheen floats over the hill and down into the hole, revealing it to be around eight feet deep. There appears to be no way down save to jump into it.

"Who first?" She asks, looking around. "I think that it would be best if one of the taller of us went down first and lowered the rest of us in." She peers cautiously into the gloom.

 

[Dalamar]

Syld smiles at Shardorn.
"We can all just jump in and I use my Dorje of Feather Fall. Athough Desimus will have to either help himself or count on his luck for the power to work."

He retrieves a slender crystal wand from his beltpouch. The wand is the color of cloudless sky and light as a feather.

 

[Zhure]

Osius shrugs and catfalls into the pit.

 

[Jarval]

Jansson scrabbles down from his horse and walks over to the edge of the pit. He sits on the edge and looks down into the hole.

"Could you give me a hand down Osius?"