[UaVS] The Silver Door IC

Vitrene smiles innocently at Arngen and his pet. "Oh, I was merely curious. The greater the number of people who know a mystery is, the greater is also the chance of finding the meaning of it. This is not a time for us to have secrets from one another," he lies.

He starts examining the corpses with greater thouroughness and carefully gathers some of the spores for later study.
 

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Stading in the Clearing,the group presents an odd, and a vulnerable target.Gentaria and Grolvus are fairly certan that The Old Forest Road should be somewhere nearby. That route will take yor group close to the tunnel leading to te Quay where your Boat awaits.
 

The bugbear scout shifted nervously, casting a small glance at Enraela before looking at the ground. It made him even more anxious when no one talked, so he may as well risk speaking up if only to dispell any potential anger. Perhaps he'd even earn some favor...and end up surviving this ordeal.

"I saw marks of fire, Mistress," Grolvus growled quietly, pointing a clawed finger at several of the mushroom trees after sheathing his sword. "Unnatural darkness there and there," he went on, indicating again, "and a greenish cloud here."

Grolvus held himself back from another bout of shifting. "Shall I find the road, Mistress?"
 

Enraela gave the bugbear the barest of nods to go forth while keeping her eyes firmly on the rest. Awaiting their report, she continued to caress the back of Arngen's neck almost lovingly, swirling the soft hairs of his skin in an almost seductive fashion.
 
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Giving Arngen a helpless, unsure look, Grolvus backed away and turned, picking his way carefully off towards where he thought the road might be. He took extra care this time to be as traceless, silent, and unseen as possible, ears twitching in silent scan for the sounds of any more quicklings.

He pondered what he could do for his friend as he went. Of the rest, Mistress Enraela seemed the most friendly. And that was perhaps what scared Grolvus the most.
 

Kneeling down to gather a few mushrooms for later use, Wesellu pauses as Enraela speaks.

"While I am no tracker, it seems obvious to me Quicklings attacked these Drow and slaughtered them all. Obviously, they were not as lucky as us. I wonder what makes these mushrooms so valuable that House Ullreath would risk so much for them?"

After gathering up several mushrooms, Wesellu stands, dusts himself off, and approaches the Quickling's dead body.

With brutal efficiency he begins to slice into it with his knife. Soon he withdraws two small bits of Quickling which he likewise sorts into his pouches. Wiping off his hands he stands and looks about the clearing. Almost as if speaking to himself, he begins to mutter ...

"I only count four dead Quicklings. I wonder how many are out there watching us now? How DID they pick up that Drow? Puzzling, puzzling. Very puzzling indeed ..."
 


"What can each of you tell me about what happened here? What kind of magic was used? What kind of trickery was about? Do any of you recognize these mushrooms and what their meaning entails?" she asks the other members of the group as if Arngen had not even spoken.

Vitrene taps his chin with his dagger thoughtfully and answers Enraela. "There is little I can tell you that's not entirely obvious to you already, my lady. There has been a battle here between Ulreath Drow, who apparently came here to collect these fungi, and these lesser beings, who apparently defended what they considered their territory. Some of the dead appear to have been rather badly beaten with hard pointy objects, others appear to have been poisoned or dropped from a great distance. The mushrooms are apparently valuable and most likely poisonous, they seem the probable source of the toxin on the blades of the quicklings we fought previously. I suggest you eat a few to discern their effects, or perhaps feed them to our goblin captive once you're finished with him."

Vitrene gathers as many of the mushrooms as safely possible, taking great care in doing so. Then he will remove anything of value from the bodies of the fallen drow, goblins and quicklings.
 
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Gentaria finishes her examination of their surroundings and then turns to her Enraela as the bugbear moves off.

"It is as they say, sister. Some of these mushrooms are poisonous, but I'm not quite sure what they all do. There's little else here to stay for, though." She looks pointedly after the bugbear, clearly not wanting to stay in one spot too long.
 

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