[UaVS] The Silver Door IC

"Mistress, it seems we have lost most of what was to be our supplies."
Arngen speaks as he rises from the boat and retuns his magnifying class to his backpack.
"We can go on for a while with what we have I believe. I am a competent boatman, so that is not a reason to abandon our mission."
 

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"We should be on our way as soon as possible," Enraela spoke in her usual tone, but there was something to it this time, a raw excitement from the heat of battle that seem to thrill her. She hadn't much contact with such things, always busy with more political and clerical businesses, but this...being in danger as if she too was one of the gladiators...it was definitely a fascinating concept.

She made her way toward the boats. "Gather what you wish and let us prepare to move forward."

Stopping beside Arngen, she gazed at him for a minute before grabbing the back of his head. Her lips pressed against his for a brief moment in healing prayer before she let him go. "Feeling better, my pet?"

Her lavender eyes passed to Brogark as if to offer him solace in their dark gaze of healing prayer.
 

Grolvus sheathed his sword and walked back to the cave mouth to retrieve his crossbow. He cast a sidelong glance at Jikull as he passed, shuddering as the half-ogre dismembered the bodies of the troglodytes. Even vile things like trogoldytes didn't deserve that, and more importantly defacing the dead was bad luck. No, worse than that - it was inviting the ill will of Fate herself.

All his things back in place, the bugbear stretched, checking his scrapes and bruises carefully before skulking to the edge of the dock. He paused there, crouching above the water, and mouthed a low-voiced plea to the river spirits to appease whatever anger had called forth the demons from their depths. As well he tried to abjure any ire waked from Jikull's desecration, or perhaps at least make sure none of it spilled over onto Grolvus himself.

Scattering a handful of mushrooms into the water as an offering to accompany his invocations, Grolvus stepped carefully down into the first boat, testing it to make sure there were no traps or sabotage.
 

"Much better now, Mistress"
Arngen walks to his place in the first boat, licking his lips on the way.

"I can only handle one boat."
 

Vitrene looks at Enraela, nods, and walks over to Wessellu. He puts his hand on his shoulder in a friendly and slightly protective manner and, after healing him (CLW 1d8+3) wispers to him: "This is the second time you have been wounded in these few short days in the service of Lolth, and for what? What credit do you think you'll get if this expedition succeeds? What reward will you gain that will not inevitably be lost when this house falls? Consider well where your loyalties lie. Ferach or yourself?
We'll talk more later."
He walks off, towards the boats, as if nothing had happened.
 

OoC:Sorry gang, Iv'e been dreadfully ill, in the future, I'll crawl out of bed and attend the comp, fever notwithstanding...
On a related note,Xcaliber is sick as well, and has asked for me to play Wesellu for a few days until he gets better (He's not QUITE Dead).

IC:Wesellu moves forward, examining each Trog, as well as the Daemons.
From the bodoes of several Trogs, he removes some item of jewelry, or some weapon.

In total, the following have been dispayed for taking as 'Magical'.

A Great Axe, a Short Sword (with House Cessulli Mark), 2 Potions, a pair of Bracers from the Trog fighter.

Wesellu turns to Enraela, his eyes deferring to her own.
'My Lady, the Warrior (pointing to the beheaded Trog that Brogark had fought) seems to have drank a Potion like the blue one there 9points to 1 potion), I am almost sure that it was to increase his Strength, other than that, they remain a mystery for now. With time and my lab, I could discern more...


OoC:I'm still waiting to see who else heals/is healed and by whom/what source...

IC:The Party can easily fit in the two boats, and there are still enough paddles for 4 per boat.The River looms cold and unforgiving ahead, but somewhere down there, in the deeps of the Underdark awaits the Key to House Ferach's Ascension...or perhaps merely a lonely and forgotten Death for you all...
 

OoC:Sorry gang, Iv'e been dreadfully ill, in the future, I'll crawl out of bed and attend the comp, fever notwithstanding...
On a related note,Xcaliber is sick as well, and has asked for me to play Wesellu for a few days until he gets better (He's not QUITE Dead).

OOC: :( Sorry to hear that. Take it easy, get lots of rest and don't worry about the game if you feel it's too much work right now, it'll still be here when you get well.
 


OoC: It seems I have a habit of drawing. Lots. And this time my target was Arngen's face, which I drew during a math lesson. For your pleasure.
 

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OoC:Nice pic of Arngen. Gang, perhaps you are waiting on me...though I thought there would be some discussion of the Magical things that Wesellu discovered.No matter, that can be done retroactively, I guess...

IC: Loading down into the 2 surviving Boats, the Party prepares to head downriver to the Abandoned Duergar Hold.

Boat One:Wesellu in the Fore, Grolvus at the first pair of Oars, Enraela next and Arngen at the Tiller.

Boat Two: Gentaria in the Fore, Jikull at the first pair of Oars, Vitrene next and Brogark at the Tiller.

OoC:Arngen,Brogark and Grolvus all have ranks in Boatman. Everyone else has their base Wisdom Mod (Which should be decent for the Clerics).
let me know if you want to move the order around a bit, but I put a heavy hitter in each Boat, as well as a Cleric.Any of the three mentioned above should still be at the Boat's Tiller, if you move it around a bit.


The tunnel providing home for the River vaults overhead into the darkness...sometimes the ceiling comes low, within 20 feet or so, but for the most part, it stays from 40 to 60 feet or more. Along the River there is little in the way of Landings, it seems that whoever delved the last part of the tunnel leading to the Quayside must have happened upon the River by accident, and set up somewhere from which to Trade with whoever or whatever might live down (or up) stream. At any rate, the river seems to be a prolific environment, as Arngen and Gentaria can cleraly see the luminescent glow of fish, some giving off the glow from colorful yellow or green scales, some glowspots a strangely static thing along the side of the River, deeper under the water.
Brogark pipes up when he spots one of those. "Those are Maw-Fishers, great Fish able to swallow any one of us Whole, even the Half Ogre there. They wait with a lure,gulping down any foolish enough to come near. A Kuo-Toa I spoke with once said that they often lair near Oyster Beds, waiting for any foolhardy enough to dive looking for Pearls. I asked who would be foolish enough to dive there, to which he replied that the Great Mother bade his people to gather the greatest of the Pearls for Tribute to her...I garner that many Kuo-Toa end their days in the mouth of such fish.Some of them reach lengths of 20 feet."

The Boats move along downriver, slowing gradually. The River seems to be growing more sluggish as you go, though this could be for any number of reasons.Bats, some as small as Wesellu's familiar, some as large as a Drow wheel and dive at the water, snatching insects and flying lizards from the air, as well as catching many a fish from the water. Skimming over the water, the Bats and Lizards plummet down, to come up with a wriggling and scaly morsel. Sometimes, the Hunter does not come back up, seeming to become the hunted instead. About two hours into the trip,perhaps some 10 miles downriver(as the sluggish waterway meanders here and there, side tunnels often jutting off, though you keep to the main Fork, as instructed), you observe a bat the size of a goblin dive down, coming up with a slimy eel: something large bursts forth from the water,a great black fish (15 foot at the least,a long mouth full of serrated teeth and tiny luminescent green eyes) snatches it, plunging back into the River.

Another two hours, and you have made perhaps a mere 5 miles further, the River almost still.
Jikull and Grolvus put their backs into the Oars, as well as Gentaria and Arngen in the Fore with hand-held paddles. Something must be blocking the flow of water, you all think as you round a bend.
Ahead stands a great Bridged Dam.

The top of the Dam is ringed with jutting metal spikes, facing towards you, though they seem to be for repelling those attempting to climb, and pose you no threat while seated in the boats.The Dam itself is stone, perhaps 10 feet above the waterline.A cave on the left side of the tunnel emits a faint light, and the Dam goes right up to this cave. The whole structure isn't solid, however, as a central section is made of some organic matter (perhaps created from the stalks of Giant Mushrooms, as several varieties are bouyant), this seems chained in place, as if to allow passage when undone.
The Boats are perhaps 50 yards off when a voice sounds from the Dam 'Pay you must, 100 coins of Gold for you each. Pay you must...'
The voice has a gurgling quality that Brogark easily recognizes as Kuo-Toa, though most of the others know it for what it is as well.
Several figures can be seen as the boats move closer, taking cover behind the Wall, perhaps a dozen in all.

Arngen and Brogark see more however.
In the water near the base of the Dam something moves. Smaller disturbances abound, though something big seems to be there as well, making much larger ripples...
 
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