Thanks to everyone who's been working to keep my story on page 1. Is it just me, or have there been a deluge of new story hours recently? I wish I had time to read them all...
I was feeling guilty about my decreasing update-frequency until I quickly added up the numbers. In the six months since I ported the story to the new boards (that was mid-January), I've made 118 story posts. That's about 2 posts for every 3 days. No wonder I'm getting tired!
Ok, enough tooting my own horn, here's the Friday update. I try to offer up a good cliffhanger on Fridays, but we're in setting-the-stage mode right now... promise we're building to something big though!
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Book V, Part 18
Apparently the quaggoths’ enthusiasm was not quick to fade, for the noise of activity from the common cave did not die down for hours after the companions were able to slip out of the gathering and return to their side cave to rest and prepare. They spent that time in relative quiet, themselves, each focused on private tasks. Lok made some minor repairs to his armor, the sound of metal tapping on metal interrupting the quiet every so often as he coaxed a slightly damaged piece back into place. Benzan checked his arrows, spent some time paging through his tiny spellbook, and then, bored, leaned back against a rock and drifted off into sleep. Cal read his own spellbook, verifying that each of the spells that burned in his memory were ready to be called upon in their defense, and wrote a little in his journal. Dana spent the time in contemplative prayer, although in this dark place far under the ground the reassuring presence of the moon goddess seemed far away indeed.
When the time finally came, it was Taktak himself who arrived, slipping into the cave like a shadow. His muscular torso was covered by a fresh coat of dark pigments, breaking up the lines of his form and helping him blend into the surrounding stone. He carried his huge mace at the ready, and the growl that he shot them as he entered held a faint tremor of anticipation.
Without discussion the companions gathered up their gear and followed the quaggoth into one of the dark tunnels that radiated out from their lair. Their footfalls upon the stone beneath them echoed through the cavernous depths, although Taktak’s heavier stride made barely a whisper in his passage. There was no need for speech. All of them had been here before, marching off to another dread confrontation, but somehow down here the feverish excitement of adventure seemed replaced by a heavy cloak of numb blackness. Even Lok, who could look forward to finally finding his people once again, seemed to grip the haft of his axe with resignation.
Taktak led them to a small side cavern, off of the main passageway, where the rest of their company waited. The “claw” that Taktak had described was a quartet of quaggoth warriors, standing together like a cluster of stone sentinels in the open space of the cavern. All were armed with a variety of heavy weapons, and streaked like Taktak with the dark camouflage pigments.
Taktak exchanged a few words with the warriors in the quaggoth language. One of the warriors turned toward the companions and asked something, to which Taktak replied with a clipped phrase and a low growl. The others laughed—a strange sound indeed, coming from the throats of the deep bears.
“What did they say?” Benzan asked.
“That one said that carrying that flame around would draw attacks down upon us, and Taktak said to bring them on,” Lok translated. His grip of Undercommon allowed him to just understand the guttural words of the quaggoth tongue, but it would be enough for them to pass basic meaning between the two groups. If necessary, they could bolster that with Cal’s tongues spell or Dana’s comprehend languages, but as each power was only usable once per day, they would preserve it until it was sorely needed.
The quaggoths were gathering up their own gear when Benzan heard a faint scraping sound in the passageway behind them. “Someone’s coming!” he hissed, stringing his bow as he slid into the shadows along the uneven wall of the cavern.
The quaggoths were quick to reply, spreading out into a half-circle that faced in the direction of the sound. The mystery was quickly solved, however, as a growl ventured out of the darkness, and another quaggoth stepped forward, outfitted like the others.
“A last minute addition? Or a messenger, perhaps?” Cal said.
As the quaggoth came nearer, it was clear that it had a slight limp, favoring its left leg slightly as it walked straight toward the quaggoth leader and faced him with a look that could only be described as defiant.
It growled, and Taktak responded with a growl of his own that did not sound pleased.
“What’s going on?” Benzan asked.
“That quaggoth—it’s the one that Dana saved, after the battle with the duergar,” Cal observed. “Looks like Taktak’s not happy to see him.”
The exchange between the two quaggoths went on for a few moments longer, growing more intense until they feared that the pair would actually come to blows. Finally, however, Taktak made a final pronouncement, and the injured quaggoth drew himself up to his full height, his defiance clear in his stance. After a long pause, Taktak nodded and pointed toward the companions. The quaggoth walked over to them, doing its best to conceal its limp, and shot them a grin full of wickedly jagged teeth. It growled a greeting, focusing its attention on Dana.
“He says his name is Rakkath,” Lok said.
“Well, looks like we have one more, then,” Benzan noted.
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They didn’t get off to a very auspicious start.
It wasn’t difficult to follow the trail left by the departing duergar raiders and their new slaves, even with more than a day’s passage in between. In the Underdark there was no weather to obscure tracks, and even on the hard stone there were enough traces left for the quaggoth to track their quarry.
They were only a few hours into their journey when the trail passed under a low overhang, with a gap of perhaps six feet or so between the floor and protruding ceiling above. The first quaggoth leaned forward and ducked under the edge of the overhang, but even as he started to straighten again those following heard a sharp snap, followed by a loud clatter of falling rocks. The quaggoth went down, crushed by several direct impacts.
The others quickly moved to help the battered creature, and Dana was there immediately with a ready healing spell, but it was too late. One of the stones had struck the creature solidly in the back of the neck, crushing his spine.
It was clear that the duergar had anticipated someone coming after them.
The moved on, experience adding more caution to their steps. Taktak himself moved to the lead, and after a short while Benzan slipped forward to join him. At first the quaggoth glared at the tiefling’s intrusion, but later that day, after Benzan spotted another trap moments before the quaggoth leader would have stepped into it, the pair settled into a working truce.
Despite the need to be wary, they covered a lot of ground, with Taktak driving them all to as quick a pace as they could handle. Lok’s short frame and heavy armor slowed them down somewhat, but his incredible constitution allowed him to push himself far enough to keep to the pace. Cal’s legs were even shorter, and after that first morning Taktak started having his warriors take turns bearing the gnome aloft on their shoulders. Neither the gnome nor the quaggoths were that happy with the arrangement, but it did allow them to quicken their pace.
By the middle of the second day, they had detected and bypassed another pair of traps left behind by the retreating duergar column, but had not encountered anything living save for the usual fauna of the Underdark tunnels. Soon, however, Taktak began to slow their pace again, as the first signs of their impending destination became visible around them. At first those signs were subtle; a smudged trail of soot on a wall here, a piece of a broken tool lying between a pair of stones there. They passed several small side passages that had clearly been cut by intelligent hands, no doubt test shafts in the duergar mining operations that had not panned out.
Finally, as they crept forward through the tunnels, they heard a sound; a faint tinkering of metal on stone. Although it was impossible to tell exactly, given the tricks of sound that were common in this place, it seemed far distant, like an echo of an echo. One thing they could determine, however; the sound was coming from somewhere up ahead.
Now they crept forward at full alert, the quaggoths bent forward as they slipped silently ahead on their padded feet. Taktak made a gesture back to them, pointing at the everburning flame that Dana carried. The cleric nodded and shrouded the light under her cloak, allowing just enough of its illumination to seep out for her to see the ground right in front of her feet. Cal, back on his own feet again, stayed back with her, even his excellent low-light vision tested by the dim glow coming from under her garment. With her action the darkness fell back in on them like a crashing wave, enveloping them in its fastness.
But the quaggoths were creatures of the dark places, and they moved into the lead as the company continued forward. Benzan was still near the front of the column, but Lok hung back with Cal and Dana, his noisy gear as much of a beacon to potential ambushers as Dana’s light had been. Rakkath hung back as well, bringing up the rear behind Dana, matching their pace through sheer determination. Dana had covertly slipped him magical healing several times during the trip despite the proud creature’s reluctance to accept aid. Still it was clear to anyone who saw into his dark eyes that the deep bear was in pain, though he offered no complaint as he shambled along after them.
As they progressed deeper into the tunnels the signs of recent occupation grew. They passed through caves where tools were scattered about haphazardly, as if hastily dropped and left behind. At one point they found a small iron brazier, the sort used for heating metal tools to work them in the field, and when Benzan touched it he found that the coals inside were still warm.
“I don’t like this…” the tiefling muttered.
The distant clanging had accompanied their stalking advance, growing gradually louder, but then, suddenly, it stopped. They halted and waited, but the sound wasn’t repeated. It was as if they had stepped across a trigger that had snuffed out the source of the noise like a candle’s flame.
A few muted growls passed through the knot of quaggoth warriors, betraying their own unease at the building tension. Taktak, however, ignored them and started forward again, and the others quickly moved to follow.
They came to a jagged bend in the passage, which opened onto another larger space beyond. As he crept round the corner enough to see around the turn, Taktak suddenly exploded forward, his mace at the ready, the other quaggoths only an instant behind him.
The companions rushed after them, weapons appearing in their hands, uncertain what danger awaited.