[UaVS] The Silver Door IC
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Uriel
Living EN World Judge
Arngen and Grolvus advance cautiously, Jikull a few steps behind, his massive Flamberge held at the ready for any sign of trouble should it arise.
<Rolling Search,Spot,Listen,Move Silently as you go, never fear...>
The rest of the party moves up perhaps twenty feet behind, watching the progress of the Rogues and ready to fall back further,should they find anything amiss.
The green stairs go on and on, the reddish marbling upon their surface seeming to pulse with a faint life, as if it were a vein in the arm of a gargantuan beast.
Their surface is coverd with dust, save from where the Cessulli had gone before you, their bootprints (and one pair of bare footprints) visible.
After having gone several hundred feet, endlessly climbing, Grolvus stops Arngen, pointing to a spt where it seems that the Cessulli stopped for a time.
Arngen notes that there seems to be a disturbance inthe dust where another [/I]Glyph[/I] may lie. Moving forward at Arngen;s motioning, Enraela has a look and pronounces it an Eplosive Runes spell.Pulling forth a scroll, she incants
a litany to Lolth, her voice a soft and sibilant whisper in the empty stairway. Briefly a rune flares then fades and is gone. With a finger caressing Arngen's neck,the sharp nail poised above his carotid artery, Enraela motions that the Scouts should continue, she trailing her nail along Arngen'sneck and down his arm in a most distracting way as he moves off to press on.
Some half an hour later, with all sure that you must have traversed a mile of starirs, so weary are your feet, you reach the end of the stairs...
Before you stands a chamber vaulting to a worked ceiling some sixty feet overhead, murals upon the walls, these depicting Duergar abusing and enslaving many other races,all bound into slavery before their Grey Dwarven masters.
Columns worked to appear as drow,svirfneblin, orcs and many others holding up a great weight line the chamber. Three other doors sit upon the walls of this massive round room (the entirety perhaps a hundred foot in diameter), tw doors appearing very much like the one that entered through, the third looking significantly different.
The Silver Door
The other door is a massive thing seemingly carved of solid silver, it's surface worked with a relief of Duergar armies in formation, though it is too far away to note details (the door lies a hundred feet away at this point).
Of the Cessulli there is no sign, though their prints are everywhere, most notably,leading up to the Silver Door/...
OoC:Map coming soon....
<Rolling Search,Spot,Listen,Move Silently as you go, never fear...>
The rest of the party moves up perhaps twenty feet behind, watching the progress of the Rogues and ready to fall back further,should they find anything amiss.
The green stairs go on and on, the reddish marbling upon their surface seeming to pulse with a faint life, as if it were a vein in the arm of a gargantuan beast.
Their surface is coverd with dust, save from where the Cessulli had gone before you, their bootprints (and one pair of bare footprints) visible.
After having gone several hundred feet, endlessly climbing, Grolvus stops Arngen, pointing to a spt where it seems that the Cessulli stopped for a time.
Arngen notes that there seems to be a disturbance inthe dust where another [/I]Glyph[/I] may lie. Moving forward at Arngen;s motioning, Enraela has a look and pronounces it an Eplosive Runes spell.Pulling forth a scroll, she incants
a litany to Lolth, her voice a soft and sibilant whisper in the empty stairway. Briefly a rune flares then fades and is gone. With a finger caressing Arngen's neck,the sharp nail poised above his carotid artery, Enraela motions that the Scouts should continue, she trailing her nail along Arngen'sneck and down his arm in a most distracting way as he moves off to press on.
Some half an hour later, with all sure that you must have traversed a mile of starirs, so weary are your feet, you reach the end of the stairs...
Before you stands a chamber vaulting to a worked ceiling some sixty feet overhead, murals upon the walls, these depicting Duergar abusing and enslaving many other races,all bound into slavery before their Grey Dwarven masters.
Columns worked to appear as drow,svirfneblin, orcs and many others holding up a great weight line the chamber. Three other doors sit upon the walls of this massive round room (the entirety perhaps a hundred foot in diameter), tw doors appearing very much like the one that entered through, the third looking significantly different.
The Silver Door
The other door is a massive thing seemingly carved of solid silver, it's surface worked with a relief of Duergar armies in formation, though it is too far away to note details (the door lies a hundred feet away at this point).
Of the Cessulli there is no sign, though their prints are everywhere, most notably,leading up to the Silver Door/...
OoC:Map coming soon....
Serpenteye
First Post
Nurthrak chuckles quietly, amused by the futility of the Duergars' self-aggrandizement. A pathetic and weak race, good for nothing but enslavement or consumtion, with too long between the generations to be very good for either. Better if they were wiped out entirely...
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As Wesellu enters the room, his eyes go wide. All other details for the room are lost as his eyes zero directly in on the Door.
The Door. His goal, after all this time. So close ...
His heart aches with the need to move beyond it. And his blood freezes with the thought of what lies there.
"We're here. We're finally here." he murmurs to himself, nearly in tears of joy due to finally realizing his dream for so long ...
The Door. His goal, after all this time. So close ...
His heart aches with the need to move beyond it. And his blood freezes with the thought of what lies there.
"We're here. We're finally here." he murmurs to himself, nearly in tears of joy due to finally realizing his dream for so long ...
Serpenteye
First Post
This is the end of our journey, soon is the time to decide, is the profit worth the risk, or the chance to die too high.
Nurthrak giggles and pulls the head of the Drow woman out of the bag he carried it in. Tenderly he places a kiss on her ravaged face.
Was it worth it for you, my dear? Is your goddes thankful for your sacrifice? A pity I cannot devour your soul as I consume your flesh, by providing me with sustenance your life would be given value beyond your limited mortal perspective.
He puts the head back into his bag, and if anyone looks at him he'll simply smile and shrug. We all have to find our amusements somewhere.
Nurthrak giggles and pulls the head of the Drow woman out of the bag he carried it in. Tenderly he places a kiss on her ravaged face.
Was it worth it for you, my dear? Is your goddes thankful for your sacrifice? A pity I cannot devour your soul as I consume your flesh, by providing me with sustenance your life would be given value beyond your limited mortal perspective.
He puts the head back into his bag, and if anyone looks at him he'll simply smile and shrug. We all have to find our amusements somewhere.
Uriel
Living EN World Judge
Enraela motions for Jikull to follow the Rogues towards the Silver Door, which he doeswith hsi sword out and ready.
Brogark stays near, his eyes scanning for danger.
Arngen,Grolvus and Jikull stride towards the Door , wary and alert.
It is neither the Drow nor the Bugbear who notice what happens next, but the Half-Ogre instead. He snarls a warning as several crossbow bolts fly from the concealment of the shadows behind the Columns, one striking Jikull <13 damage on a crit> and one strikes Arngen <4 damage and lose of 5 Strength Points>, filling his veins with a burning sensation,Spider Venom.
<Map on the way, scanner acting funky. The snipers are halfway across the room from the rear party, maybe 70' feet away. They are only 30-40 feet from Jikull,Arngen and Brogark,however, though there are no visible foes as of yet.
Actions?>
Inititatives
Grolvus 23
Nurthrak 19
Jikull 18
Wesellu 15
Arngen 14
Enraela 13
Gentaria 11
Brogark 8
Brogark stays near, his eyes scanning for danger.
Arngen,Grolvus and Jikull stride towards the Door , wary and alert.
It is neither the Drow nor the Bugbear who notice what happens next, but the Half-Ogre instead. He snarls a warning as several crossbow bolts fly from the concealment of the shadows behind the Columns, one striking Jikull <13 damage on a crit> and one strikes Arngen <4 damage and lose of 5 Strength Points>, filling his veins with a burning sensation,Spider Venom.
<Map on the way, scanner acting funky. The snipers are halfway across the room from the rear party, maybe 70' feet away. They are only 30-40 feet from Jikull,Arngen and Brogark,however, though there are no visible foes as of yet.
Actions?>
Inititatives
Grolvus 23
Nurthrak 19
Jikull 18
Wesellu 15
Arngen 14
Enraela 13
Gentaria 11
Brogark 8
