World of Low'verok

[Dark Nemesis]

Brigitte covered her nose and mouth with her hand, though it does little to keep the smell away. "Well, looks like we have found where the rats are coming from. Let us go and root them out," she says. She grasps her father's pendant a moment for luck, before drawing her swords. "Who descends first?"

 

[Graywolf-ELM]

Draxiksus male Lizardfolk Ranger lvl2

Drax looks at the others, and steps toward the sinkhole, Putting his weapons away, he drops inside, and looks around for immediate attack. If none is forthcoming, he will reach back up to help others down behind him.

"Unlesssssss you find sssomething to tie off a rope, I will help you down."

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

*There's a sturdy tree nearby that Drax can tie a rope to. Knotting it securely, Drax holds it steady as Brigitte climbs down. The ground is soft with rotting plants, but a quick scan of the corridor reveals no immediate dangers. Everyone can descend with little trouble, their boots or shoes sinking into the mulch.*

*Some lighting torches or striking sunrods for the benefit of those without the ability to see in the dark, the corridor is finally revealed in all its gruesome glory. Moss covers the walls, and in places the ceiling or walls bulge from the pressure of the earth, water, and roots behind it. In other places the floor sags, and is filled with puddles of muddy water. It looks as if parts of the place could give way, given any encouragement.*

*Drax follows the muddy rat tracks down the corridor, skirting the puddles, and avoiding the bulging walls. He comes to a old, worn staircase downward, and from the bottom of the stairs can hear a great deal of chittering and squeaking.*

 

[Guest 11456]

Gaoi Gustwig : Air Genasi Wizard 3

In the morning Gaoi prepares his spells for the day.

As the group starts out in the morning, Gaoi passes out items from the groups inventory. To Drax he hands one of the barricade cloaks and the belt that is known to make one stronger. To Bridgette he hands the other barricade cloak and one of the rings of protection. To Elexia he hands the other ring of protection and the belt that can make one lighter. Gaoi places the bloodsaver ring on his left hand and dons the flaming cloak. He keeps the magic dagger at the top of his backpack as well as the three wands (Acid, Magic Missile & Light).

Later he climbs down with the others and follows as Draz leads them into the tunnel. As hear the squeaking Gaoi readies a burning hands spell.

 

[Graywolf-ELM]

Draxiksus male Lizardfolk Ranger lvl2

Drax moves looks to the others, and moves quietly towards the stairs, torch in one hand flask of oil in the other. He looks down the stairs to see what he can see, trying to make note of a way to drop something down on the rats if it spirals around with a center space. As a backup plan, he considers covering a good part of the stairs with oil, blocking the rats from coming up, if they notice and begin to ascend.




[OOC: Move Silently(+7/5), Spot(+6/5)]

 

[Argent Silvermage]

Elexia waits behind the party ready to cast Sound burst at the approaching rats.

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

*Edging down the stairs slowly, being careful to avoid the cracked ones that look like they could give way if too much weight was put upon them, Drax carefully looks around the last corner. Down a short flight of stairs is a large underground chamber propped up by several large pillars. It's dark in here, but Drax's eyes easily pierce the gloom. At the back is some kind of altar, a relief carved above it is still hard to discern at this distance. Below the altar is a gaping hole in the wall. The little furry horrors run to and fro all over the room, like a gnashing, biting carpet. They seem to run about without purpose, almost frentic in their dashing about.*

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

*Pottofer and Virgil had been following the tracks of the demon-rats for about a week. Ulfor Wellson, a minor noble of the southern regions, had been forced to seek outside help in restoring peace to his region. While soldiers and mercenaries took care of the bandits, the invasion of the flesh-stripping rats required a different set of skills all together. Pottofer and Virgil were the ones fitting the bill, and were to recieve three hundred gold apiece if they could find the source of the demon-rats and eliminate them for good. The tracks had led to here, this stinking hole in the ground. But by the looks of it, the fresh boot-prints around the edge, someone else has gone down before you both...*

 

[Ashy]

Pottofer clucks his tonue and looks to the human sorcerer. "Welp, shore 'nuff looks like somebodies 'ave beaten us here, Virgil. Whaddya think? Shore looks like dey haven't been drug down there..." He cranes his neck, trying to see farther down into the hole.

OOC: Spot +5

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

*Looking down the slope of rotting vegitation, the footprints look quite fresh and sharp-edged, as if made only minutes ago. There's some faint squeaking and chittering coming from down the hole.*