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<blockquote data-quote="Badger" data-source="post: 994803" data-attributes="member: 7252">Loose ends and winding steps...As his companions prepare to journey down the steps into the gnomish ruins below, Marcus retrieved his dropped crossbow and checked to make sure the weapon was ready for use. While he had little doubt that their journey below would be a stroll through the gardens, he prayed that it would not be so grave as to send any of them on their final journey to meet their gods.Looking toward the distraught gnome one last time, Marcus asked one last favor of him.&quot;When you tell the guards of your actions, as I know you will, please request any they can spare to return to guard this entrance until our return, and if necessary notify High Priestess Jenya of our demise should we fall.&quot;Hoping the gnome truly wished to atone for his actions, Marcus stepped behind Griswald and Ian as the pair followed Poto down the worn steps.Soon the light faded began to fade and as one, torches were lit and their path became visible once more.~Never did I think my studies would place me here...never did I believe my aunt when she said one day I would do something for the bards to sing...~Suddenly, Poto raised a hand and pointed to the steps at their feet. Tracks were visible, although to Marcus all they told him was that Keygan's story of brigands using him became more convincing, but it was the noise coming from below that Marcus found the most intriguing. It sounded as though the Spring Festival was beginning, but Marcus had no idea how such a pleasing thing could exist in a dark place such as this.Whispering to the others, Marcus readied his crossbow as he spoke.&quot;Until we know from where these sounds come, I would recommend all be ready for the worst.&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Badger, post: 994803, member: 7252"] [b]Loose ends and winding steps...[/b] As his companions prepare to journey down the steps into the gnomish ruins below, Marcus retrieved his dropped crossbow and checked to make sure the weapon was ready for use. While he had little doubt that their journey below would be a stroll through the gardens, he prayed that it would not be so grave as to send any of them on their final journey to meet their gods. Looking toward the distraught gnome one last time, Marcus asked one last favor of him. [b]"When you tell the guards of your actions, as I know you will, please request any they can spare to return to guard this entrance until our return, and if necessary notify High Priestess Jenya of our demise should we fall."[/b] Hoping the gnome truly wished to atone for his actions, Marcus stepped behind Griswald and Ian as the pair followed Poto down the worn steps. Soon the light faded began to fade and as one, torches were lit and their path became visible once more. [i]~Never did I think my studies would place me here...never did I believe my aunt when she said one day I would do something for the bards to sing...~[/i] Suddenly, Poto raised a hand and pointed to the steps at their feet. Tracks were visible, although to Marcus all they told him was that Keygan's story of brigands using him became more convincing, but it was the noise coming from below that Marcus found the most intriguing. It sounded as though the Spring Festival was beginning, but Marcus had no idea how such a pleasing thing could exist in a dark place such as this. Whispering to the others, Marcus readied his crossbow as he spoke. [b]"Until we know from where these sounds come, I would recommend all be ready for the worst."[/b] [/QUOTE]

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