Wildwood Red in Tooth and Claw [IC]

[Watus]

Tur pauses, sees the wisdom of what Alan is saying, and moves to follow him.

 

[Voadam]

Tur pulls back and as the light of Alan's Mindblade fades the scrabbling subsides, nothing emerges from the barrels.

The party proceeds back and down the other corridor passing the dead of the eating hall.

The corridor proceeds a ways then widens into an expanding cavern. The floor slopes sharply downwards and there are knotted ropes along both walls anchored past the opening you now stand at.

Noni notices the groves of wagon tracks on both sides next to the ropes.

Peering down the mindblade illuminates stalactites hanging from the ceilings and the passages extends down the slope past the limits of the psionicly generated light.

One of the ropes, the one on your right, quivers slightly in short jerks.

 

[Voadam]

Cursed's Ilonis hearing notes only the slight vibration of the rope.

 

[Fenris]

Noni hishes out "They are coming, quickly, let us hide and ambush them"

 

[Voadam]

The party quickly pulls back a little and readies missile weapons and spells to rain down upon any goblin emerging up the slope.

The rope quivers a few more times then is still. Nothing emerges.

 

[D20Dazza]

Cursed dabs at his brow, his senses straining to detect the first sign of movement in the chamber.

 

[Fenris]

Noni glides forward quiet as the wind through the trees. He reaches out his hand and places it upon the rope, trying to feel more vibrations.

OOC: Move Silently

 

[Voadam]

Cursed senses only his companions and the immediate cavern surroundings.

Noni creeps forward and reaches out to feel for vibrations along the guide rope, careful not to disturb the rope itself.

Nothing.

Whatever was disturbing the rope before has stopped. Or left.

The slope is steep but could be descended without use of the rope, though the rope could act as a stabilizing support. Its height seems appropriate for the short goblins to use it as loose railing.

 

[Voadam]

Just at the edge of his hearing Noni hears something hard smack against a stone wall some distance away deeper down the tunnel. There is a faint curse and scrabbling, almost inaudible at this distance, then silence again.

 

[Watus]

Tur restlessly fingers his axe in the darkness, straining to hear something - anything. That an ambush awaits them below is plain, but there doesn't seem to be any option but to push forward.