Post by waysoftheearth on Oct 12, 2012 23:03:05 GMT -6
Tirandir and Ædelwynn head back up the dark avenue, the strange elf leading the way. Ædelwynn wonders at his companion's eyesight, for pretty soon he cannot see a d**nable thing himself, and almost trips and sprawls on his face when they reach the broad stair...
...somewhere ahead must be the foul lizard kitchen, if the smell is anything to go by.
Tirandir would give scoff a bit at his own expense and wait for the lamp light before going on. A sudden thought of "oh this might be dangerous occurs to him so..." Arrow drawn and ready proceed with more caution.
Post by waysoftheearth on Oct 15, 2012 15:10:26 GMT -6
Ædelwynn eventually gets his lantern out and burning after fumbling about in the near dark for a minute or two, and then the pair are able to proceed, cautiously, all the way back to the stinking lizard lair, when the grim collections of corpses continue to grow colder...
Post by mgtremaine on Oct 15, 2012 17:05:09 GMT -6
OOC: We continue on with our errand blissfully unaware...... The Chaotic in me wants to use the dead bodies as meat shields to give the dragon something to breath at but alas we are fresh out of Animate Dead.
Post by waysoftheearth on Oct 17, 2012 15:49:01 GMT -6
Tirandir and Ædelwynn proceed back down the arched passage toward the misty chamber where Dishmab fell by the light of Ædelwynn's lantern. They can already see the dull orange glow of guttering torchlight through the arch, ahead...
Post by waysoftheearth on Oct 20, 2012 1:23:44 GMT -6
In another minute the intrepid pair arrive in the archway to overlook the water-logged, misty chamber containing the curiously fashioned column.
Two torches are guttering in scones afixxed to the walls -- one adjacent to the archway which Tirandir and Ædelwynn are peering though, the other opposite, by the narrow stair leading back the to surface. The torch-fires are clinging to their last few minutes of fuel, lending the blanket of mist an ochre-orange tint.
The fact that a major battle was fought here scarcely an hour earlier is completely concealed by the mist.
Post by waysoftheearth on Oct 25, 2012 4:11:24 GMT -6
The pair skirt the misty room, the feet sloshing through cold water once again, as they -- several times -- almost trip over bodies hidden beneath the mist. This aside, they reach the stair which climbs up and up to the swampy surface. They dun light from over indicates that they day is almost done...
Mist and water continues to trickle down the narrow stair from above, however.
Post by mgtremaine on Oct 25, 2012 17:49:14 GMT -6
Tirandir rummages around the bodies, then start muttering to himself and double checking....Then he laughs in self mocking way. He grabs the 3 torches and then considers picking up one of the bodies....After a quick look back at where the rest of the party must be he decides to head back.
Double quick....... When we get to where the scones are replace the sputtering torch with a fresh one and light another one to carry down the long hallway.
ooc: If it makes any difference to the speed at which I arrive, if Tirandir hears the sound of combat he would break into a full run. At this point his carrying a weak light source himself so is less worried about stumbling blindly in the dark. I hate missing the all the fun!