[UaVS] The Silver Door IC
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KitanaVorr
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The Priestess of Lolth moved forward, brushing the half-ogre and Arngen aside with the bare brushing of her fingers. Her dark violet eyes gleamed with a glow, but it was not of fear.
Soft, husky, her voice echoed over the scratch of the bones and the quick breaths of her companions. "For Ferach do we serve, for Lolth do we Live."
One silver brow twitched slightly. "The males are a bit jumpy...but what can you expect. They are...after all...males."
Soft, husky, her voice echoed over the scratch of the bones and the quick breaths of her companions. "For Ferach do we serve, for Lolth do we Live."
One silver brow twitched slightly. "The males are a bit jumpy...but what can you expect. They are...after all...males."
Uriel
Living EN World Judge
The great white bloated form of the Cerukal shifts, backing up and crawling up the web to sit upon the Ceiling above the Web. The Skeletons stand down, moving to the sides of the passage, then, after a slight vibatory quiver, the fall back to the floor, piles of ancient bones once again.The Webbing seems to shimmer and fade, showingan empty Passage.The Cerukal speaks,'By the Leave of She Who Hungers and Spins Eternal, you are free to pass,Priestess, as are all who travel with you.' The Spider's gaze lingers for long seconds upon the male Drow, as if it were thinking of breaking it's ancient Pact,causing shivers to run up and down their spines, but then it looks away and seems unconcerned with the party of travellers. The Path lies open, and on the other side of the Cerukal can be seen the bodies of many more recent Dead.Drow warriors of at least 3 Houses have all contributed to the 'Floor' of the passage, many of these still bearing their gear and weaponry.The Cerukal seems unconcerned with them.
KitanaVorr
First Post
Enraela moved forward, picking her way carefully among the littered bodies and bones to stand beside the Arngen. Her eyes watched him with a mix of curiousity and perhaps something else as he rummaged through the bodies for useful items. Beyond that her interest wasn't in the weapons, but in any letters or communications that the warriors might have carried, anything that might prove politically useful.
Letting out an involuntary breath that he had not even realized he was holding, Wesellu relaxed as the Drow Priestess dismissed the Cerukal.
As Enraela and Arngen begin shifting through the bodies, Wesellu picks a body at random and begins to look through its pockets for anything of marginal interest.
You never could tell what might be useful one day.
As Enraela and Arngen begin shifting through the bodies, Wesellu picks a body at random and begins to look through its pockets for anything of marginal interest.
You never could tell what might be useful one day.
Uriel
Living EN World Judge
Digging through the remnants of what was obviously once a raiding party (House Resperetch, it looks most likely), the three Drow unearth little of interest.It seem that someone else may have picked over the remains prior.
Arngen finds a few coins (5 GP), while Enraela unearths a small Dagger in a black sheath,the hilt set with tiny Bloodstones.
Wesellu finds nothing to interest him, and much to disturb him, as these Drow seem to have had the Life sucked out of them by some Necromancy, their faces contorted into horrible grimaces.
A long litter-strewn passageway awaits.
Perhaps 100 feet past the Web of the Cerukal, the passage seems to grow lighter, perhaps their is a greater cocentration of the Light-Giving-Fungus.
Arngen finds a few coins (5 GP), while Enraela unearths a small Dagger in a black sheath,the hilt set with tiny Bloodstones.
Wesellu finds nothing to interest him, and much to disturb him, as these Drow seem to have had the Life sucked out of them by some Necromancy, their faces contorted into horrible grimaces.
A long litter-strewn passageway awaits.
Perhaps 100 feet past the Web of the Cerukal, the passage seems to grow lighter, perhaps their is a greater cocentration of the Light-Giving-Fungus.
Krizzel
First Post
Grolvus stepped with exquisite care that seemed quite odd for such a large, beastial creature. He made sure not to step on any spiders, for that was tantamount to inviting his own death, or to disturb too many of the bones, for waking the dead was bad luck. The undead they had just passed were ill-omen enough already.
Besides, the bugbear thought to himself as he worked his way forward while the others looked through the piled corpses, anything he found belonged to House Ferach. And, more importantly, the Duchess' reward for a successful mission was more worthwhile than the trinkets of the fallen. Still, he wasn't about to ignore the sparkle of gems if it crossed his path...
The mission! Yes, focus on the mission. Too much at stake, Grolvus reminded himself with a shiver. He slowed as he approached the brighter area of the tunnel, taking more time to make sure he was as hidden as he could be. The look of that fungus ahead felt all wrong, somehow. Maybe it was just his unease over this whole affair...
Darkness protect me!
Besides, the bugbear thought to himself as he worked his way forward while the others looked through the piled corpses, anything he found belonged to House Ferach. And, more importantly, the Duchess' reward for a successful mission was more worthwhile than the trinkets of the fallen. Still, he wasn't about to ignore the sparkle of gems if it crossed his path...
The mission! Yes, focus on the mission. Too much at stake, Grolvus reminded himself with a shiver. He slowed as he approached the brighter area of the tunnel, taking more time to make sure he was as hidden as he could be. The look of that fungus ahead felt all wrong, somehow. Maybe it was just his unease over this whole affair...
Darkness protect me!
