Reply to thread

Message: <blockquote data-quote="Wraithdrit" data-source="post: 1006652" data-attributes="member: 10820">The group quickly collected together and assessed the damage the celestial dire lions had caused. The beast were amazingly tough, and had done considerable damage, but it was nothing that few potions, cure spells, and laying on of hands could not patch up. The room beyond the glyph was a tomb, holding several sarcophagi. Drena started to step into the room. “Should we see whats in them?”Amador shook his head, “No. Do not disturb the rest of the dead.”Drena seemed taken aback. “These are not elves…” The elven cleric did not seem phased by the revelation. “Look, the glyph was to guard something. We don’t know who is buried here, why, or who put the glyph there.”Amador seemed unwilling to budge, “We shall not disturb the dead.” He dropped one hand to the hilt of his sword. “I will have words with any who would.”Navarr was quick to step in front of Drena. He frowned, thrusting one hand out toward Amador. “This is no reason to fight.” The barbarian looked back at Drena. The witch sighed behind her mask.“Fine. We move on.” She stomped past muttering under breath about wanting to get answers, not disturb the dead.Tanerus watched the exchange, shaking his head. He slipped into the room and search around to make sure there were no secret exits. Careful not to touch the sarcophagi, he soon emerged. “Nothing in there but the dead. The sarcophagi all look sealed up.”The group passed the second door after Tanerus declared that it was still sealed as well. As the halfling proceeded past the group, his shadow shifted to whisper in his ear, “See, here we go again, to the front. You do all the work around here, and for what? A cut of nonexistent treasure? Gratitude? Ha. Pathetic. They use you Tanerus. They use your talents and could care less about you.”The halfling hissed, “Shut up.”Mytrym looked over as Tanerus passed. “Hmm?” Tanerus stopped and looked over at the paladin and swallowed, “Uh, I said ‘Step up.’ It’s the ghostwise term for taking the lead.” He turned and walked off.Mytrym watched him go, frowning. He was starting to sense something wrong with the halfling, but he could not really place it. The passage soon led them down a staircase and into a natural cavern. The worked portion of the crypts behind them, the graves here were more carved niches in the wall that the ancient builders of this crypt had just set bodies in. In the middle of the first cavern stood a large alien looking statue. Amador looked at the statue and concluded, “It’s a deity depiction, but I can’t tell you which one. None that I have ever heard of.” Tanerus searched the statue, found it to be harmless and useless, so the group moved on. The cavern narrowed and turned a sharp corner. As Tanerus rounded the corner, his thoughts wandered over the past few days. How the group had changed. Not that the group had been all that long in traveling together to begin with. He glanced around to make sure that there were no hidden traps to impede their progress. When the sticky tendrils erupted from the shadows ahead of him, the halfling screamed and threw himself to one side. He had not been fast enough to get out of the reach of the tentacles, and two slapped against his arm, wrapping around him and yanking him forward. The mere touch of the slime covered tentacles stung like mad. The halfling shuddered and felt his muscles go slack as the tentacle wielding chunk of rock pulled him in. He saw the rock split, revealing a mouth of sharp teeth. Luckily it turned him as it pulled him to bite him. He really did not want to watch himself being devoured.From place within the writhing tentacles, the creature biting into his thigh he could see the others racing around the corner to aid him. Mytrym led the charge, of course, his sword charged with the glowing energy of the paladin’s holy might. Drena stepped in next, stopping to conjure a bolt of acid that slammed into the creature well above where Tanerus was being mauled. Delorian rolled in next, kicking up to vault from wall and slam into the creature with one foot. Navarr followed the monk in, the sword he had used in the last encounter out, glowing bright, slicing upward at the roper. Amador brought up the rear, stopping next to Drena to cast a bolt of searing light at the beast. The ray sliced through the air, but went wide to one side of the creature.The roper was not unprepared for the onslaught. All but the two tentacles that held Tanerus lashed out as the group charged forward. Two whipped into Mytrym, but the paladin seemed unphased. Navarr was not so lucky. A tentacle slammed into him and the barbarian growled in pain, his strength sapping away.Mytrym sliced one of the two tentacles on him away with a quick slice of his blade, but it was not enough to keep the creature from yanking him in. It pulled Tanerus aside, dangling the helpless halfling off to one side so it could chew on the armor-encased paladin. A tentacle lashed out at Delorian, but the monk was far too fast, the tentacle slammed into the rock behind him. The monk spun and slammed his fist into the creature’s side, feeling the rocky hide buckle beneath his blow. Amador pulled up his bow and fired off a pair of arrows, but they too sailed wide of the creature. Mytrym again sliced with his sword, this time slicing clean the other tentacle. Freed he backed a step or two from the mouth and prepared to reengage the creature. All the while the acid from Drena’s spell burned into the creature. It was not long before the combined attacks of the heroes made the creature release Tanerus. Delorian slammed his fist into the creature twice more and finally the beast breathed out a sigh and collapsed, dead.Tanerus moaned softly as Amador rolled him to laying face up. He prayed to his elven god and layed his hands on the halfling. Color returned to Tanerus’ face and the halfling sat up. Navarr also looked bad. His sword was only barely clasped in his hands. Amador whispered another prayer and it eased the pain enough that Navarr was able to walk. The barbarian was no where near his full strength, but at least he was able to get around and would not be useless in a fight. “Those are all the restorative spells I have… I can fully cure your strengths in the morning.” The elf looked a bit worried, but Tanerus waved him off.“I’ll be fine, lets keep going.” Tanerus picked up his short sword and stepped back to the lead of the party.The light from the party cast the halfling’s shadow ahead of him. The shadow grinned and whispered, “See, even drained of your strength, they expect you to lead. They use you Tanerus, get used to it.”The halfling smirked and pointed his hooded lantern at the shadow. “Shut up.” He opened the shutter and light poured out of the lamp, forcing the shadow to behind the halfling. Chuckling, Tanerus continued forward.</blockquote>

Verification