[UaVS] The Silver Door IC

[KitanaVorr]

Enraela leans closer to the drow, her breath warm and hot, a hiss of steam but then she stops. Those lavender eyes pierce into his for another brief moment before she stretches upwards. Her tongue runs along his forehead, sweeping up the lingering bead of sweat with one langorous lick.

"Anticipation, Arngen, is the most exquisite of desires," she whispers into his ear before releasing him to take a step backwards. There is a telltale flush to her warm chocolate skin, but she moves past him to where the wizard stood.

"Wesselu, walk beside me to the boat," she speaks, stopping only momentarily to gather a few mushrooms before she continues past the mage, clearly expecting him to catch up. "I wish to know more about your dreams and what it is that you see that has mother sending us on such an errand."

She returns her sword to her sheath, slipping the mushrooms into her backpack.

 

[Dalamar]

Arngen realeases the breath he hadn't noticed holding when Enraela lets him go. He dusts his knees off of the crushed mushrooms left on them and then checks his equipment.
"So... somebody mind checking my wounds?"

 

[KitanaVorr]

OOC: LOL geez I forgot about the sleeping globlin and about Arngen's wounds. How bad is he hurt?

IC:

Enreala motions for the half-ogre to carry the sleeping goblin with them so that that she may question the creature later when it awakens from its stupor. This place was too vulnerable for a truly indepth interrogation.

 

[Caliber]

Jumping as if awakened from some memory, Wesellu quickly begins walking behind Enraela. Nervously eyeing her sword as she walks past Wesellu momentarily caresses his amulet before getting close.

"M-my dream. Yes, quite. You see my dream is about ... well ... no, not that."

Wesellu pauses a moment as if puzzled before realizing where and when he is. Looking up, he steps a little quicker in order to resume his place walking with Enraela.

"My dream concerns the Key to Thelaru 'acli. If we can obtain it House Ferach will be assured victory, I know it!

My dream also concerns some of the challenges we will face going as well as the general route we must take to reach it. But those details are not important. The Key itself! The Key! Once we have it ... I'm sure we'll have something important." he finishes somewhat anti-climatically.

Nodding to himself in satisfaction anyway, Wesellu watches Enraela for signs of displeasure.

 

[KitanaVorr]

Enraela clasped her hands behind her back, her eyes remaining forward as she walked the path to the main road that led to the river.

"What is this key? Why is it so important, Wesselu?" she asked the drow in a soft, rather gentle voice. "And what are the challenges and the route? Surely the key is important, as you say, but the mundane members of our party need to know the other details while we worry about house Ferach's rising star."

 

[Dalamar]

OoC: Not bad, at total loss of 3 HP

 

[Caliber]

"Yes, yes. You are right, of course. The more mundane companions will likely need some briefing on what we face ahead."

Wesellu hesitates for a moment, wondering how much he could possibly keep back, before continuing on.

"The Key is ... well, the Key is in fact, a Door. A Silver Door, set within a wall of rock. It Door lies within a Dark and Silent Keep at the top of a Green Marble Staircase.

The Keep itself lies down the river, along the center path. The river, however, is not completely safe. Things lurk within it and above it that will try to feast upon us.

The true danger does not lie within them, however."

Moving closer to Enraela, Wesellu pitches his voice so that only she can hear his words.

"While no other Houses possess Seers of my ability, they DO possess Seers. And I am sure that at least some of my rivals have seen the Door as I have. I fear that this shall be a race to end all others. The last one standing at the Door ... wins."

Pulling back to a safer distance (ie, not within easy reach of Enraela's dagger) Wesellu nods to himself once, as if reassuring himself.

Strutting slightly, at his own importance, Wesellu casts a quick eye over the rest of his companions, wondering who of them could be trusted ...

 

[KitanaVorr]

A thoughtful look crossed over Enraela's silver brows as the wizard spoke, listening to his tones, his words carefully despite her rather relaxed air. When he leaned closer to whisper, she turned her head to look at him directly, vibrant lavender eyes meeting his with an almost penetrating sheen.

"Yes...yes. I would expect nothing less," she murmured softly, glancing forward again. "But you know how I hate to lose..."

"Come," she spoke to the others behind her. "Quicken your step." Addressing the wizard again, she inquired, "What is this keep? How come it has only come to light now?"

 

[Uriel]

Following the Path Grolvus cut through the Underbrush, the party heads in the direction of the Old Forest Road. The fungi becomes lighter in density, if not in hue and diversity. Those-Who-Quail-Before-Her-Might (The Surface Elves)knew nothing of Flora; Theirs was a world of muted colors, intersparsed with flowers, and the occassionally bright tree. The Lerondyl however, boasting some 2,000+ species of Mushroom, Fungi and Lichen, provided a setting that only the most depraved Madman in the deepest Psychotropic Hallucination could imagine.
Some half an hour after leaving the clearing (and only once hiding from some Gigantic Centipede that shook the ground like a Platoon with it's feet)the Party reaches the Ancient cobblestones of The Old Forest Road, stretching North-West to South-East/South and down and out to the 'Way', the main Road leading off to parts unknown. It is along the Way that the tunnel to the Boat Quay and the River waits.Beyond that is the abandoned Keep of the Duergar, and, if Wesellu's Dream is correct, the Silver Door.

 

[KitanaVorr]

Enreala orders the bugbear and Gentaria to scout a little ways ahead of the party in case of an ambush while keeping the Jikull and Brogark behind her in case of attack that way. She still walks beside Wesselu, listening as he speaks, letting Vitrene and Arngen get a few steps ahead of her.