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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Xaltar" data-source="post: 2316" data-attributes="member: 480">-------------------------------------------Session 2, Part 4: What’s all the buzz about...-------------------------------------------After the long night, the party was off to slow start the next morning.  Spiderfang woke to find that his outfit was stiff and very uncomfortable.  Irritable and tired the party was prepared to rest another day while Drexel took the 16 hours needed to identify the two items they had pulled from the murky pool the previous evening.Before most of them managed to pry themselves from the warmth of their bedrolls, they were approached by two elves.  These two elves appeared be brothers, nearly identical in appearance, and seemingly ageless to the majority of the party.  They hailed the party upon sight, but stopped a safe distance from the group.“It is over an hour after dawn, you humans are sure making poor use of your time,” bellowed one of the elves in the group’s direction. After a few snobbish remarks from the elves, especially one biting comment regarding Ziona’s heritage, it was determined that both groups were roughly on the same side, and were seeking the raiders.  Ironically the party thought, these elves were in a very similar predicament to the two drow they had encountered the night before.  The elves were also looking for one of their missing comrades, Inialos Oakwood.The elves shared information with the group about what details they had on the raiders, and the location of the drow graves to the south.  Drexel, annoyed with the pompous attitudes of the elven rangers, quickly retorted that they had already discovered the drow remains.  He then questioned the elves on their thoughts about the other unmarked graves.Having not found any other graves, they claimed that they didn’t know what Drexel was referring too.  Drexel’s setup was perfect, and he followed through with, “Well, I guess our human ranger is just more adept at tracking.”Drexel had scored a critical blow against the Elven egos, and it showed by the stunned looks on their faces.  The brothers, deciding that they didn’t appreciate being the recipients of the snide remarks, bade the party good luck in a sarcastic tone and departed. After the elven ranges had left, the group began setting up camp around Drexel to protect him from any possible interruptions.  The party had discovered some valuable items, and they were all anxious to know what they were.It wasn’t until early afternoon that the party had noticed anything out of the usual.  Holden was the first to spot what appeared to be a gigantic bee.  As the others were listening to the approaching buzzing, Holden had readied an arrow, and fired it into the body of the creature.  Enraged, the bee flew directly towards Holden and plunged it’s stinger deep into his flesh.  Moments after the bee’s stinger ripped off it’s abdomen, it fell to the ground dead.The party congratulated Holden on his unconventional means of defeating the bee.  Not amused by the other’s comments, Holden decided that he wouldn’t be terribly disappointed if he could manage a full day without being poisoned.After 16 long hours of spell casting, the party once again called it a night.  Luckily, yet another evening passed without rampaging ogres or haunting ghosts.  In the morning, the party picked up their gear and headed back into the sinkhole to see what other mysteries they could unravel.Hunter once again was more then willing to stand guard over the hole, and held the rope for the others as they descended back into the dark cavern.  The adventurers decided to continue through the door near the area containing the naturally formed wine rack.Upon reaching the door, Borghin stepped up to investigate for potential dangers.  He reported to the party that it wasn’t trapped; in fact, it didn’t even have a locking mechanism.  Agreeing that they should enter, Borghin gave the door a tug only to find that it was stuck.  Borghin, Holden, and Roughner decided that they would make short work of this challenge and each put a hand on the door handle.  After the first unsuccessful try, they decided to try it again with a little more “UMPH.”  To their dismay, their added “UMPH” managed to rip the handle straight off of the door.  Behind them Ziona and Drexel exchanged disbelieving glances.  Nearly fifteen minutes later, the party managed to pry the door free of it’s frame using Borghin’s crowbar.As the door opened, they were overwhelmed by the sweet smell of flowers and honey.  Looking around, it was evident that the honeycomb covering the walls had also sealed the door.  The party also noticed a loud hum, and they knew instantly that this is where the giant bee that they encountered near the camp had come from.Moment’s later over ten more giant bees rushed the intruders.  Proving to be little match for the strong arms of the front line and Drexel’s wand of magic missles, the party pressed forward until they found and dispatched of the queen.After exterminating the Queen and her workers, Borghin began slicing up the pupa covering the walls of the Queen’s chamber, ensuring that there would be no more bees next season.Holden, pulled out a couple of the wine bottles in which he, Borghin, and Roughner had personally emptied with great pleasure, and began filling then with what he thought to be a very valuable commodity; honey.-------------------------------------------Next Time:  Our unusual heroes make some unusual friends! -------------------------------------------</blockquote>

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