[UaVS] The Silver Door IC

[Serpenteye]

Wide eyes rolling, Wesellu slowly turns to regard the troll, his face scrunching up in distaste. At least here he was on familiar ground.

Sniffing disdainfully, he addresses his answer to Enraela instead. At least she'll be smart enough to understand it, he smugly thinks to himself.

"The Silver Door stands at the end of a winding staircase. Dark shades of Dwarves forgotten seek to keep it, as does something else ... something that escaped my Sight."

Nurthrak looks like he's about to dismember the insolent drow where he stands, then his temper suddenly shifts and he laughs quietly. In a voice soft with mocking condesension he speaks. "Something that you fear? Let me teach you something about fear, mortal. Fear clouds the mind, sows doubt and weakens resolve. If you fear your enemy he has already defeated you, you are already dead. Flee, little dark-elf, for you cannot face this threat you so fear. Hide yourself in some dark hole and pray to the goddess who emasculated you that you will be safe."
"If you do not then think no more of fear. Take back your pride and dignity and face death, knowing that it can come, that it will come whatever path you tread. You cannot run from destiny, or from your sweet mistress."

 

[Uriel]

Main Group
Brogark snarls, spitting out 'Can we cease these useless insults? This chatter serves no purpose, with enemies so near.'

Jikull remains silent, keeping a watchful eye on the Troll and the Mad Wizard, looking for any sign of an excuse to act in the Mistress' behalf.

Arngen...

The Drow Rogue checks the North door, which is not locked or seemingly trapped.
Opening the door, crossbow and blade at the ready, he is greeted by a long hallway with another door at the end.
Stealthily moving down this he reaches the far door.
Listening at it, he can make out no sound from within. Opening this door, Arngen sees a sign of carnage.
Several Drow lie about, some beheaded, others having limbs torn from their bodies. Everywhere is bloody gore and the stench of death several hours old. the Chamber is perhaps 20' wide by 25 or 20 long, with doors on the North and East walls. None seem to have been opened...

 

[Dalamar]

Arngen keeps from stepping inside the room but tries to see if there are any holes or openings or somesuch on the walls or ceiling through which a creature or a trap could've come and gone.

 

[Festy_Dog]

Grolvus waits patiently by the stairwell, occasionally glancing up the staircase next to him, under the impression it's the one they're looking for.

 

[Caliber]

"Death!" Wesellu mutters under his breath.

"It is not death I fear you beast! There are things worse than death that lurk in the darkness, and it is those that drive my blood cold." Wesellu's eyes slide almost audibly to the symbol of Llolth that even now hangs from Enraela's neck.

"More importantly, we are as good as dead if do not make it to the Door soon! It is paramount we reach it quickly!"

 

[Jemal]

The whole time, Gentaria watches, her rage building slowly at the insolence of these two. Finally, seeing that Enraela is not stopping them, and with a hint of her mother and sisters ferocity, she jumps between the two, oozing an authority she'ld never felt herself before. "SILENCE!! Your incessant Bickering does nothing but make it harder for us to acheive our goals. Cease your fighting until our mission is done, or I'll PERSONALLY make sure you all have the same pleasure of knowing what its like to be EATEN that I have had. There are plenty of monsters out there that could be easily enticed into a snack." Her glance rolls over the Troll and she giggles "And a few in here as well."
"Wessullu is right, we need to move in, and as soon as the scouts return, We will." She glances back at her sister, but only for a second, then turns back and crosses her arms, awaiting their response, mouth set and eyes glaring.

OOC: Since kit's gonna be awol for a little bit to calm her frazzled nerves, I figured maybe Gentaria's had enough lately and is going to take a more active roll.

 

[Uriel]

Watching the bickering and finally having heard enough, Enraela Ferach asserts her authority over the Chaos in a clear and smooth voice. 'Wesellu, this is not the time to fall apart with Mad Ravings, tell me what you saw, and we can get on with this business.' Turning to the Troll the Drow Priestess smiles sweetly and says 'You, Nurthrak, had better remember who saved you from death by slowly wasting away, after killing those that captured you. Besides, I doubt very much that you could best both Jikull and Brogark, should you care to test them...' . Her message delivered to her satisfaction, Enraela says, 'Now then, let us follow our erstwhile Rogues, before they become yet more casualties of this place.' Nodding for Brogark to go before, Enraela moves down the passageway to where Arngen and Grolvus had got to.
Jikull motions for Wesellu to go next, then waits for the others, determined to bring up the rear, lest some threat come from that direction.


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Grolvus

The sound of the Drow approachig from the rear alerts grolvus to the fact that they must have finally stopped arguing. Such noise, from a race that prides itself on Stealth. The bugbear laughed briefly, a wonder it was that the Dark Elves have come to control as much as they do... Moments later, the Priestess and Hobgoblin enter the round chamber, followed by the others. Enraela says in an annoyed tone 'Where is Arngen, Hound?'
The Bugbear motions to the North Door, where, down a long hallway, Arngen can be seen peering in a further room.

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Arngen

Hearing sounds behind him in the distance, Arngen can make out the tone of Enraela asserting her place as mistress. The Rogue smiled at this, for it was a role she was born to. Better the silent Consort, less hassle, plenty of rewards.
Arngen stopped his reverie, as the hackles on his neck rose in alarm. Something was very wrong...

From a hole in the ceiling descended a massive metal ball...
A massive Mouth, fanged and with spinning blades churning along it's surface opens and closes one spot on the surface.
It then orientes upon the open doorway, which it looks to be able to get through, though just barely...then the thing seems to look
past Arngen...and it levitates up back into the ceiling and disappears.

 

[Dalamar]

Arngen's eyes widen as he sees the creature, as it appears to be, descend and then turn towards him. When it ascends, a sigh of relief escapes his lips.
"By the Mistress of Chaos..."

After a moment of hesitation, Arngen sprints back to where he came. A dark thought creeping to his mind. As soon as he gets to the previous room, he looks up to the ceiling.

 

[Festy_Dog]

When Grolvus sees Arngen sprint back he reflexively reaches for his sword, thinking something may be chasing his friend, but looks up as well when Arngen does.

 

[Caliber]

Face flushed, Wesellu lowers his eyes before of the wrath of the two Priestesses. Murmuring an apology towards the floor, he stiffly walk forward when commanded to, partly pleased at finally moving again, partly enraged for being taken to task when it was so obviously the Troll's fault.

As Arngen comes rushing down the hallway Wesellu's eyes widen in fear, and he barely retains his composure and keeps from yelling out. Quickly he drops low to the ground, to better protect himself from whatever the scout no doubt was no doubt about to bring down on everyone's (and most importantly HIS) head.

EDIT: Oh sure. Point out my inconsistencies.