[UaVS] The Silver Door IC

[KitanaVorr]

Those silver brows furrowed slightly while her fingers absently brushed the loose hair framing Arngen's face, trailing his cheek with a light touch. "You have done well, Arngen."

Moving past him, she let her fingers run down the side of his neck, across his chest before leaving his body altogether. "I shall reward you later."

Her lavender eyes rested on the remaining group as she approached them. "What have you discerned from the wreckage?" she asked them curtly, most of her attention directed at the mage and her dear cousin.

 

[Serpenteye]

Vitrene uses Detect magic to find any items the two scouts might have overlooked, viewing the carnage with interest.

Turning to Arngen he says in a commanding tone, "Tell us now. And please explain to us why it was so easy to follow your tracks. Even I could have found them," he says with a poisonous glare at Gentaria.

 

[Dalamar]

Arngen closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of the soft fingers on his skin.
"I can barely wait..."

He then started following her, a step behind and a little to the left.

 

[Krizzel]

Grolvus grimaced, fangs poking out the sides of his mouth, and looked back at his trail. Surely he hadn't left tracks, had he? Better to let Arngen answer, whatever the case. The bugbear busied himself with brushing the spores off of his clothes, glancing nervously at the direction they needed to head in.

 

[Caliber]

Bending low over the corpses, Wesellu moves from one to another, mainly interested in finding the means of their death. In particular he stops at the pollen covered Quickling body, and the female Drow who seems to have fallen a great distance.

Looking up over her body he begins to seek for areas where she could have fallen.

"I wonder where she tumbled from ... and why she was up there in the first place. Indeed it is a strange way to die in battle ... at least in battle against Quicklings."

 

[Dalamar]

Arngen looks at Vitrene with narrow eyes.
"I don't like your attitude. Mistress Enraela is free to share what details of my report she wishes, I don't need to repeat it for you.
And I would really like to see you sneaking around among all these mushrooms, not leaving tracks."

He then continues with a more eased tone.
"I would watch out if I were you, some of the pollens spread by these mushrooms are poisonous."

 

[Krizzel]

Grolvus loomed up menacingly next to Arngen's shoulder to emphasize the point, letting his body language show that any move against Arngen would be met with bugbear steel. He narrowed his monstrous green eyes for a moment with an unvoiced growl, then, feeling the point had been made, he crouched again, reaching for something next to one of the dead drow.

He plucked up the item gingerly between two clawed fingers, treating it with a delicacy strange in such a hulking brute. Lifting one of several small, purple mushrooms that had been apparently gathered by the Ullreath drow, he held it towards Arngen with a questioning look on his face.

"What about these?"

 

[Dalamar]

"Ah, those things slipped my mind."
He turns to address Enraela.
"Mistress, I forgot to inform you of this finding. It seems the drow were collecting the mushrooms."
He drops to one knee and bows his head.
"I apologize for forgetting such an important detail, you may punish me as you see fit."

 

[KitanaVorr]

Enraela's hand touches Arngen's head lightly, brushing through the hair at the nape of his neck in an absent manner while she glances at the others. The pressure from her fingers keeps the ranger from rising from his prone position.

"What can each of you tell me about what happened here? What kind of magic was used? What kind of trickery was about? Do any of you recognize these mushrooms and what their meaning entails?" she asks the other members of the group as if Arngen had not even spoken.

Her violet eyes pierce everyone as if weighing their truthfulness on the sharpness of her still drawn short sword, its blade hungry for blood.

 

[Jemal]

Gentaria begins examining the mushrooms, trying to figure out what they are.

OOC: E-mailed DM asking him what I know, just waiting for reply.