[UaVS] The Silver Door IC

[Serpenteye]

Nurthrak raises his left arm to his mouth to drink of the thick acrid blood that oozes out of an impressive gash on the forearm, while looking over Gentaria's shoulder for anything that might be of use to him. Slowly the trickle of blood comes to a halt.

 

[Caliber]

Shuddering, Wesellu hugs himself, his wound still oozing small amounts of blood. As a Seer among Drow, he had seen much death and destruction in his day. Just never HIS death and destruction.

That was close. Too close. Much too close ...

His thoughts spiraled away, but one seemec to hang before him, taunting him, tormenting him.

If they had a Flailing Dreadnaught ... what else did they possess?

 

[Uriel]

Gentaria steps back as a flood of small items pours forth from the Dreadnaught's ruptured organ. A veritable mountain of coins, mostly gold, with a few random silver and copper, pour out in a flood upon the stone floor, along with several shining stones, gems and jewels. Tumbling out are also weapons, daggers, bucklers and the bits of other weapons, thogh they are destroyed as the wood and bone in their make-up has been eaten away. It would seem that only metal and stone survives digestion from this Abberation. A small stoppered silver vial and a shiny steel 'tin' (like a cosmetic's container) are also among the loot garnered from within the flailing dreadnaught.

 

[Caliber]

Nodding to himself, Wesellu slowly comes out of his shock, his eyes slowly narrowing. Standing up straight (albeit still slightly hunched from his wound) Wesellu stares at the corpse, no longer with fear, but instead in silent thought.

As the coins and other valuables spill out onto the ground, his eyes quickly jump, lighting up greedily, and, almost reflexively, he incants the words of a Detect Magic cantrip.

Stretching out with his mind, Wesellu slowly caresses each of the items, seeking out any enchantment they hold, quickly moving from one to the next.

And all the while, he murmurs to himself, sure now of his theory. "Yes ... yes, that must be the way ... somewhere here ... somewhere ..."

 

[Serpenteye]

"Well, wizard. Found anything interesting?"

 

[Uriel]

Enraela's eyes narrow as Wesellu caresses several of the objects. Incanting a Detect Magic of her own, the Priestess smiles and steps forward, her sword's point moving nearthe Wizard's throat in an offhand manner.'Dear Cousin, I do hope you plan on sharing what interesting discoveries you have made with the rest of us? I have just noticed several very interesting items myself amongst the pile. Perhaps your wounds are causing you too much trouble, why don't you sit down for a bit.
Waving,Enraela summons Jikull, who moves the Wizard back from the spilled loot with a callous push, but not before Enraela casts Cure Moderate Wounds upon him. <Healed 21HP>.

Enraela selects several items from the pile :A buckler, the vial, the little cosmetics tin,one of the Jewels, she glances sidelong at the Wizard for a moment, then looks back to the things at hand.
Picking up the silver vial, she says 'This is obviously a healing salve, it still has the Cessuli mark upon it.I will hold this.' Enraela snickers for a second at the Fate of the one who carried it.

Turning to a more revived Wesellu, Enraela says in a manner so as not to make it seem as if she needs rest 'We will move back to the last room and rest for several hours so that Gentaria and I can replenish our stores of Aid from Blessed Mother Lolth, may her webs ever hang with the screaming Enemies of the Drow. Then, we shall push on in one final go.Brogark, gather up this other loot. We can Share it out at a later date.'

 

[Dalamar]

"Mistress, with your permission, I'd like to go and see what the dead in the room ahead were carrying."

 

[Uriel]

Enraela sighs and nods, adding 'Take Brogark with you, in case there are any more threats...He should be stealthy enough.'
The Hobgoblin nods curtly and awaits Arngen, his elven boots and cloak helping to mask him, though he seems far more silent than any other Hobgoblin that Arngen had seen by his nature alone. 'Perhaps this one is a bit more smart than most of them' Arngen thinks to himself.

 

[Festy_Dog]

Grolvus eyes the glittering gems among the pile with fascination.

Quite a few...

He scratches his head for a moment in thought, not long before Arngen leaves to disturb the dead. He waits nervously alongside those remaining there.

"Mistress, I'll ensure the last room is safe," he says with bowed head, then moves off to search the room intended to be rested in before the others arrive.

 

[Caliber]

Nodding dumbly, Wesellu moves back into the old room at Grolvus's assurance and sits down. Removing his slender Wand, he casts his gaze about, waiting for the first person who will seek his Divinatory skills.

"I should be able to sufficiently analyze any items you've found, if you'll but hand them over a moment," he murmurs as he finds a comfortable corner to lean in.

His wounds are gone, yet he cannot help but finger the holes in his clothing where that creature's teeth tore at his flesh. But for an inch higher and he could have well been dead. He shudders slightly at the thought, and turns his mind to more pleasant matters.

Yes ... yes I must examine the rubbish they have quickly. Because then I'll be able to see to that which is my own ... But shhh! I must keep my thoughts obscured ... from THEM ...

In the dim recesses of Wesellu's mind, laughter spirals away into darkness ...