[UaVS] The Silver Door IC

[Dalamar]

"One does not send off scouts before she has covered her bases."
Arngen starts going through the corpses of the kuo-toa, stabbing those that are not obviously dead (so no stabbing 'toas with missing heads, but those that have wounds that aren't alone necessarily mortal) and then throwing the carcasses to the river.

 

[Serpenteye]

The Troll bows his head to the priestess, eyes narrowing slightly as he studies her for a moment.

She is not as foolish as so many of her kind, she might serve my purposes well, though I must proceed carefully with her. Perhaps I'll even let her live, she might be worthy.

"As you command, mistress, so I obey. And as further sign of my loyalty I shall give you some information you will surely find useful, though perhaps we should speak out of the range of the others hearing."

ooc: If he knows Drow sign language (Uriel?) he will communicate that way, if not he'll beckon her to some dark corner of the cave.

"Your recent battle with the Kuo-Toa was no mere bandit's ambush, mistress. The Fish-Men have allies amongst the houses of Thelari'acli, allies who likely head for the same goal as our own expedition." He pauses to savour her expression.
"Approximately 25 hours ago a party of Drow [he tells her what he knows of the configuration of the party and his estimates of their power] wearing the insignia of House Cessuli entered peacefully into the cave and talked to the Kuo-Toans for about an hour. Unfortunately I was unable to overhear them as my ears were still regenerating after being extracted from my head by my gracious hosts," he shrugs in a slightly appologetic gesture, with a smile showing his disdain for such unimaningative tortures.

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ooc: If he has the time, after speaking to Enraela, to interrupt Arngren's wasteing of perfectly edible food :

A few quick strides carries the Troll to the Drow warrior. "Killing would be unwise," he hisses angrily at Arngren. "Perhaps the mistress wishes to interrogate the survivors. If she doesn't... I have a few scores to settle."
He bends down, picks a dead Kuo-Toa up by its neck, then almost gently opens his jaws and bites its face off. Salty ichor, brains and slime runs down his face and hands in a think, chunky, torrent as he eats the rest of its head. "Either way it is foolish to throw away this much fresh food when there is a trying journey ahead." Casually, with about as much effort as if he was fileeing a fish he begins to carve the beast up into neat portions, eating some and putting others into a sack for later.

 

[Uriel]

OoC:Not having been raised amongst the Drow, Nurthrak does not know Drow Sign. The Cessuli party was composed of aproximately 6 Drow, though more may have been outside, as Nurthrak was chained up inside the cave.
The Kuo-Toa are all quite dead. Throwing theminto the water may alert other things(Kuo-Toa included) down-river that they are dead. Grolvus agrees, perhaps it is better to leave them out of the water.

IC: The Bugbear finishes his talley of loot, noting that there are about 1500 GP in fresh minted Drow coin in one barrel, while some 2200 GP, 1500SP and a few small trinkets seem to be the contents of the other boxes of monies.
Regarding the Kuo-Toan Magic Items Enraela,Gentaria or Wesellu, -let me know if any of you are trying to Scry them.
belt
necklace
7 poitions
3 rings
3 scrolls
a greatsword
an armband
a glaive
a small shield
a hand axe

 

[KitanaVorr]

Enraela tilts her head slightly to one side at the troll's insolence in beckoning one of her station. Her long silver white hair brushed her shoulder briefly before she straightened her head again. She allows him to take her to a more secluded spot to discuss what he knows.

Her expression remains unreadable to the troll while he tells her this news.

"We rest for the night - only as much as is necessary," the drow priestess speaks in that cool voice as she makes her way toward the main part of the group. "And tommorrow we must travel hard - I will not allow the house of Ferach to fail in this."

Slight disgust though touches the perfect features on her face at the way the troll was busy adding to his rations. She then proceeds to use up all her healing spells on the most wounded people and scrying the magic items such as rings, necklace, belt, scrolls in that order as well asking Gentaria and Wesselu to assist.

That done, she will find a comfortable secure place to rest her head for the night.

 

[Dalamar]

"As you see fit."
Arngen aborts his intent to push off the corpses since the troll seems quite intent in handling the disposal.

 

[Serpenteye]

After finishing his meal and butchering the Kuo-Toa Nurthrak washes himself in the river and walks to some dark corner of the cave to sleep, a shallow watchful sleep, clutching his possesions tightly.

 

[Dalamar]

Arngen takes first watch finding a place where he can see everybody as well as to both sides of the dam. After a couple of hours, he will wake up Grolvus for the next watch.

 

[Caliber]

Eager to examine the combined magical items, Wesellu will inspect any items he is presented with.

 

[Uriel]

OoC:Caliber, I will let you know of your findings tomorrow, as I am at work now without my notes.
All:Feel free to backtrack as far as conversations go and in regards to any other minor factors...on to the Story.

IC:Having rested,and having been healed by the Lolthite Priestesses, the group retakes their battered Boats and the River again.

Hours of swift passage, now unhindered by the Kuo-Toan Dam, bring the Boats easily downriver without much in the way of Peril. At one point, sharp rocks jutted forth from the walls, though the strong thews of Jikull, Brogark, verthrak and Grolvus easily kept the boats from destruction.
No sign of the Fish-Men was there further down the River either, though at points there seemed to be mething else in the water, watching the group...


AT last, near mid of 'day' the boats jut up against an ancient Quayside, long slime-stained mooring pilons rising forth from the water, these standing to either side of a short stairway up to an embarkement platform. Grolvus points into the water, where Arngen and Gentaria clearly see several Boats, sunk, and these recently so...

the Stairs and platform seem empty, though there are signs of a scuffle, as Arngen espies a shattered crossbow bolt, as if whoever had owned the Boats had been fighting something coming from the water...

Bats flit overhead.and the long-off moan of the wing through the River-Tunnel echoes eerily into the ears of the party.

 

[Caliber]

"We approach our destination ... we cannot be beaten!"

A frantic gleam in his eyes, Wesellu nods as the stairway comes into view.

"We WILL be victorious" he mouths to himself, stroking his amulet, a smile across his face.