The Sceptre of Kings-A Heroic Dwarven Quest

Elspeth watches as the group move foward. She gets out her bow and nocks an arrow, staying close to the nomad and diviner.
 

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Mohgrym prepares his mind, settling into the paths he usually takes while scouting out a new area and concentrates on lifting his feet up off the ground. A brief subdued flash of deep blue light illuminates the air around his lower legs pulsing as he lifts off.

[ooc: manifest fly]
 

terrick will attempt to hide in shadows, move silently and move into the room. of course, if anything looks shadey (traps) he will try to avoid them...
 

Turlough studies the light. Looks like some sort of permanent magical light, he thinks. Of the sort ye would put up if you were making a permanent base of operations...

Seeing Terrick checking out the right side of the room, Turlough will peer around the corner to the left with his mirror-on-a-stick before moving carefully into that area, working his way towards the hallway/door to the left.
 


Terrick has the trap concerns in his mind as well, but the other main concerns is what magic he is going to be investigating. not many denezins of the underdark are foolish enough to put light spells out in the open unless they are well guarded or very powerful...

OOC: are we waiting on anyone in this game? just wondering.
 

[ooc: uriel posted that he has to take a few days away from the boards to get his taxes done. just waiting for him to get back. though that reminds me, i should probably do mine at some point... hehe oops]
 

OoC:Skezzketh will be joining you all again.

IC

Moving into the chamber, there seems to be no sign of any Drow, or of any dangers of a more mundane nature either.
Those on point can tell that there has been some foot traffic in this chamber, however.
Ghimlod whispers that the tracks seem to be less than 4 hours old...
 

Elspeth keeps her place, arrow ready and covering the others.
<Odd to go the trouble of lighting an area you aren't going to use for any purpose>
She looks around here for any threat, whether from foes or from a trap.
 

"Four hours old? What're we whispering fer then?"

Turlough smacks Ghimlod on the back good-naturedly.

"Let's follow the tracks, eh? See who they belong to. Unless the others're more interested in seeing where they came from, that is. Me, I'd like ta see where they'd be going to! Or, I guess, it could be that they came and went the same way..."

Turlough scratches his head, and then leaves the others, in case they need time to discuss. Meanwhile he will cross the room to the doorways, searching and listening at each.
 

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