Varnos points the sword in the general direction of the new voice, keeping defensive. After she seemed to relax slightly, he let out a sigh of effort, the sword falling as he stumbled for a moment. "That might have been a bit of my own doing. My shot went a bit wide, and I'm guessing these tunnels aren't as strong as they appear." He looked between himself and the rest of the survivors. "As for the trouble with Drow warriors, we had been captured by them & held for some unknown purpose. Well, most of us at least. I am Varnos." He looked to both Xunhar and Asha, realizing that introductions weren't really done before.
The shaking had startled Celianna more than she would like to admit, her nerves still far too jumpy even after the days of aimlessly wandering the tunnels and not having been tracked down. It's not until the rocks and dirt start falling from the ceiling that she realizes what's going on. For a moment she freezes in indecision wishing any of her new friends were there to tell her what the right answer is, but she knows in that instant what they would say. She knows what she would say. Turning from the direction she'd been heading which had been back the way she'd come, she runs the opposite way until the shaking stops. Once it does, she heads back down to the tunnel to find it partially collapsed. "No, no, no!" She kicks at the pile of dirt, before taking a deep breath and closing her eyes, and reaching for the makeshift holy symbol.
"Keep moving Celianna. Just keep moving."she tells herself. They'll be fine. They have to be. After all, there is no way they could have survived what they did only to perish on the way out. She has to believe in that. Be positive. Isn't that what she's good at?
So she keeps moving forward, away from the collapsed portion of the tunnel, in what she hopes eventually will lead to the surface. Eventually, the sound of voices catches her attention, and she creeps toward them hoping whoever they are they're friendly.
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"All will become equal now" | "Cause we're going to shout it loud, even if our words seem meaningless. It's like we're carrying the weight of the world"
Hearing she the the collapsed tunnel was just a misfire she relaxes a bit more. Well at least the collapse was an accidents; although I maybe should stay out of his way a bit; just in case.. Venrila thinks before introducing herself
"At least it seems we might have a common interest than; my name is Venrila Abagon from Dambrath. I've been hunting the Spider's queens handmaidens for some time now."
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"grandpa" Salkur, Gnome Arti/Sorc: Forged in Chaos | Pepin, Human Arti/Cleric: Goblin horde | Mixtli, Volc Genasi Arti: Champions of the Citadel | Erix Vadalitis, Human Druid: Rising from the last war |Smithy, Human Arti: Night Ravens: Black orchids for Biscotti | Tamphalic Aliprax, Dragonborn Wizard: Chronicles of the Accursed | Doc, Dwarven Cleric (2024): Adventure at Hope's End | Abathax, Tiefling Illriger: Hunt for the Balowang | Gorin Mestel, Human Arti: Descend into Avernus
From yet another tunnel, another drow comes into view of the gathering before her, wearing a simple and quite worn black cloak, hood down, two short and slightly curved blades by her hips, carrying a finely crafted longbow, an unusual weapon for a drow. She moves with confidence in spite of the cave in, her motions agile and fluid.
"Did I hear anything about hunting Lolth´s handmaidens, I would gladly join any such hunt"She says as she approaches the others "Vierna Duskryn, guide of the underdark at your service. And you do look like you would need a guide if I might say so"She adds smirking at the odd group before her.
(Note: The last new player's going to be introduced differently, so when you guys are done making introductions, we can move on. I think I counted everyone else new.)
"Don't you recognize the emblem on my shield, that of the dark maiden, the lady of the Dance" Venrila answers, making some dance moves as she says so.
"I am a loyal servant to Eilistraee, Knight in the order of the Darksong" She says proudly.
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"grandpa" Salkur, Gnome Arti/Sorc: Forged in Chaos | Pepin, Human Arti/Cleric: Goblin horde | Mixtli, Volc Genasi Arti: Champions of the Citadel | Erix Vadalitis, Human Druid: Rising from the last war |Smithy, Human Arti: Night Ravens: Black orchids for Biscotti | Tamphalic Aliprax, Dragonborn Wizard: Chronicles of the Accursed | Doc, Dwarven Cleric (2024): Adventure at Hope's End | Abathax, Tiefling Illriger: Hunt for the Balowang | Gorin Mestel, Human Arti: Descend into Avernus
Vierna turns to the half-drow "Well Venrila Abagon, I guess you are from the surface then, welcome to the underdark. I´m not much of a follower, or believer for that matter, of anything, but I want you to know that I sympathize with the teachings of your goddess. However I don´t think you are likely to find any of the Yochlol just wandering the underdark, but you never know right." Another smirk.
Vierna then turns Varnos and the others. "It seems you did a good job with these Lolth worshippers." The last words spoken with contempt. "Thank you for that, I would be glad to return the favor by helping you out in some way. Where are you headed?"
The clearly wounded drow leans forward to take a better look at the newcomers, his shortsword taking a defensive stance in front of him, he looks at the other defeated drow on the ground and snarls, commenting "House Mizzrym, the fools thought they could take us..." he looks at the cracked and collapsed tunnels, "Seems the rumblings are getting worse, a lava flow claimed some that walked with us days ago, we should move from here." then takes a moment to look each of the newcomers in the eye and analyze them, briefly looking at Asha to check her reaction too, he seems to relax a bit as the others are already discussing origins and faiths, nodding "Xunhar De'Loruggareth, from Phaundakulzan far to the east. We were on our way to Neverlight Grove."
Varnos tried to remember if he knew of the being Venrilla from his studies, but he was still feeling tired from the skirmish from before. He eventually leans against the tunnel wall, sliding down and letting out a slightly pained breath, pressing against one of the spots where an arrow had pierced him earlier. "Xunhar, do you think we should try and rest here for a short while, or shall we keep moving? With how many of us were hurt in thr last skirmish, I doubt we're in immediate shape to travel." He slightly grunted as he hifted his position into a cross legged one, pulling out his longsword & slowly wiping the dust off the tip, returning the blade to its gem-like shine. He bowed his head for a momrnt, mouthing a few words before looking back to Xunhar.
"After recent events I might prefer not to solo for some time; so would you mind me tagging along towards Neverlight Grove? I see some of you are wounded; my goddess has given me some healing powers which I could help you with a bit. "
(I can heal 10hp due to Lay on hands)
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"grandpa" Salkur, Gnome Arti/Sorc: Forged in Chaos | Pepin, Human Arti/Cleric: Goblin horde | Mixtli, Volc Genasi Arti: Champions of the Citadel | Erix Vadalitis, Human Druid: Rising from the last war |Smithy, Human Arti: Night Ravens: Black orchids for Biscotti | Tamphalic Aliprax, Dragonborn Wizard: Chronicles of the Accursed | Doc, Dwarven Cleric (2024): Adventure at Hope's End | Abathax, Tiefling Illriger: Hunt for the Balowang | Gorin Mestel, Human Arti: Descend into Avernus
Varnos tried to remember if he knew of the being Venrilla from his studies, but he was still feeling tired from the skirmish from before. He eventually leans against the tunnel wall, sliding down and letting out a slightly pained breath, pressing against one of the spots where an arrow had pierced him earlier. "Xunhar, do you think we should try and rest here for a short while, or shall we keep moving? With how many of us were hurt in thr last skirmish, I doubt we're in immediate shape to travel." He slightly grunted as he hifted his position into a cross legged one, pulling out his longsword & slowly wiping the dust off the tip, returning the blade to its gem-like shine. He bowed his head for a momrnt, mouthing a few words before looking back to Xunhar.
In Sylvan:
'Was that you that put up the barrier, Araiver?'
"It was. You might be an idealistic fool, but you are a useful one."
"Xunhar, do you think we should try and rest here for a short while, or shall we keep moving? With how many of us were hurt in thr last skirmish, I doubt we're in immediate shape to travel." He slightly grunted as he hifted his position into a cross legged one, pulling out his longsword & slowly wiping the dust off the tip, returning the blade to its gem-like shine. He bowed his head for a momrnt, mouthing a few words before looking back to Xunhar.
Xunhar nods begrudgingly, "Wouldn't want to get caught in another cave-in like that... But yes, I need some rest. Let's take some distance and settle down for a while."
(OOC:Oops didn´t know purple was taken, changed colors to dark azure, hope that works out. What, if anything does Vierna know of this Neverlight Grove? She would know a lot about the places of the underdark I suppose.)
"If there was a branch or something we could set up camp at, then I'd say we should settle for the night. If not, then let's make it a quick one and get moving." He looked back over to Venrila for a moment, giving a bit of a nod. "If we are here for a short period, then something like that might be a good idea."
"If there was a branch or something we could set up camp at, then I'd say we should settle for the night. If not, then let's make it a quick one and get moving." He looked back over to Venrila for a moment, giving a bit of a nod. "If we are here for a short period, then something like that might be a good idea."
'Idealistic? What do you mean by that?'
"You should give no quarter and leave those who are too weak to keep up behind."
"Who do you believe needs to be left behind? I am still a bit weak from those attacks, and it seems these people also wish to deal with the Drow as well. They could be used to your advantage, as well as helping to keep us alive."
"Well met Varnos and Xunhar, you did well in defeating these servants of House Mizzrym, but the battle has obvioulsy taken its toll. I too can help with healing those wounds, but perhaps a rest would be wiser still. Rest now travellers, and I will keep watch for dangers, which you already found out there is shortage of in the underdark."
If the decision is to rest Vierna will scout the surroundings to determine a good location for it. Survival:13 Perception:14
(And another +2 to those rolls because of Natural explorer I guess)
(OOC: Did Vierna know anything about Neverlight grove?)
As you discuss setting up camp to recover, a noise from above catches your attention. Nimbly picking his way down a pile of rubble below a hole in the tunnel's ceiling is a bedraggled figure. His long blue overcoat, trimmed in red, is caked in mud and grime. What you can see of his hair through the dirt is blonde and tied back in a ponytail. Soft leather boots, trimmed in gold, are scuffed and muddy. The finery would be impressive, if not a bit outlandish, were it clean or appropriate for the locale. As he reaches the bottom of the rubble pile the half-elf bows deeply with a flourish then stands with his hand on the hilt of an ornate rapier.
"Greetings and salutations, fellow underworld travelers! Allow me to introduce myself - a man who needs no introduction - I am Don Karnage!" He bows again, even more deeply. "I have overheard your conversating regarding traveling to somewhere perhaps more metropolitan than this collapsing tunnel. If I may be so bold, I would like to accompany you on that journey, and with luck and skill, later find myself back up in the sun and the wind where I belong."
Varnos points the sword in the general direction of the new voice, keeping defensive. After she seemed to relax slightly, he let out a sigh of effort, the sword falling as he stumbled for a moment. "That might have been a bit of my own doing. My shot went a bit wide, and I'm guessing these tunnels aren't as strong as they appear." He looked between himself and the rest of the survivors. "As for the trouble with Drow warriors, we had been captured by them & held for some unknown purpose. Well, most of us at least. I am Varnos." He looked to both Xunhar and Asha, realizing that introductions weren't really done before.
The shaking had startled Celianna more than she would like to admit, her nerves still far too jumpy even after the days of aimlessly wandering the tunnels and not having been tracked down. It's not until the rocks and dirt start falling from the ceiling that she realizes what's going on. For a moment she freezes in indecision wishing any of her new friends were there to tell her what the right answer is, but she knows in that instant what they would say. She knows what she would say. Turning from the direction she'd been heading which had been back the way she'd come, she runs the opposite way until the shaking stops. Once it does, she heads back down to the tunnel to find it partially collapsed. "No, no, no!" She kicks at the pile of dirt, before taking a deep breath and closing her eyes, and reaching for the makeshift holy symbol.
"Keep moving Celianna. Just keep moving." she tells herself. They'll be fine. They have to be. After all, there is no way they could have survived what they did only to perish on the way out. She has to believe in that. Be positive. Isn't that what she's good at?
So she keeps moving forward, away from the collapsed portion of the tunnel, in what she hopes eventually will lead to the surface. Eventually, the sound of voices catches her attention, and she creeps toward them hoping whoever they are they're friendly.
"All will become equal now" | "Cause we're going to shout it loud, even if our words seem meaningless. It's like we're carrying the weight of the world"
Hearing she the the collapsed tunnel was just a misfire she relaxes a bit more. Well at least the collapse was an accidents; although I maybe should stay out of his way a bit; just in case.. Venrila thinks before introducing herself
"At least it seems we might have a common interest than; my name is Venrila Abagon from Dambrath. I've been hunting the Spider's queens handmaidens for some time now."
"grandpa" Salkur, Gnome Arti/Sorc: Forged in Chaos | Pepin, Human Arti/Cleric: Goblin horde | Mixtli, Volc Genasi Arti: Champions of the Citadel | Erix Vadalitis, Human Druid: Rising from the last war | Smithy, Human Arti: Night Ravens: Black orchids for Biscotti | Tamphalic Aliprax, Dragonborn Wizard: Chronicles of the Accursed | Doc, Dwarven Cleric (2024): Adventure at Hope's End | Abathax, Tiefling Illriger: Hunt for the Balowang | Gorin Mestel, Human Arti: Descend into Avernus
The female drow steps forwards. "Who do you worship, if you are hunting Lolth's handmaidens?"
From yet another tunnel, another drow comes into view of the gathering before her, wearing a simple and quite worn black cloak, hood down, two short and slightly curved blades by her hips, carrying a finely crafted longbow, an unusual weapon for a drow. She moves with confidence in spite of the cave in, her motions agile and fluid.
"Did I hear anything about hunting Lolth´s handmaidens, I would gladly join any such hunt" She says as she approaches the others "Vierna Duskryn, guide of the underdark at your service. And you do look like you would need a guide if I might say so" She adds smirking at the odd group before her.
(Note: The last new player's going to be introduced differently, so when you guys are done making introductions, we can move on. I think I counted everyone else new.)
"Don't you recognize the emblem on my shield, that of the dark maiden, the lady of the Dance" Venrila answers, making some dance moves as she says so.
"I am a loyal servant to Eilistraee, Knight in the order of the Darksong" She says proudly.
"grandpa" Salkur, Gnome Arti/Sorc: Forged in Chaos | Pepin, Human Arti/Cleric: Goblin horde | Mixtli, Volc Genasi Arti: Champions of the Citadel | Erix Vadalitis, Human Druid: Rising from the last war | Smithy, Human Arti: Night Ravens: Black orchids for Biscotti | Tamphalic Aliprax, Dragonborn Wizard: Chronicles of the Accursed | Doc, Dwarven Cleric (2024): Adventure at Hope's End | Abathax, Tiefling Illriger: Hunt for the Balowang | Gorin Mestel, Human Arti: Descend into Avernus
Vierna turns to the half-drow "Well Venrila Abagon, I guess you are from the surface then, welcome to the underdark. I´m not much of a follower, or believer for that matter, of anything, but I want you to know that I sympathize with the teachings of your goddess. However I don´t think you are likely to find any of the Yochlol just wandering the underdark, but you never know right." Another smirk.
Vierna then turns Varnos and the others. "It seems you did a good job with these Lolth worshippers." The last words spoken with contempt. "Thank you for that, I would be glad to return the favor by helping you out in some way. Where are you headed?"
"I know nothing of her."
The clearly wounded drow leans forward to take a better look at the newcomers, his shortsword taking a defensive stance in front of him, he looks at the other defeated drow on the ground and snarls, commenting "House Mizzrym, the fools thought they could take us..." he looks at the cracked and collapsed tunnels, "Seems the rumblings are getting worse, a lava flow claimed some that walked with us days ago, we should move from here." then takes a moment to look each of the newcomers in the eye and analyze them, briefly looking at Asha to check her reaction too, he seems to relax a bit as the others are already discussing origins and faiths, nodding "Xunhar De'Loruggareth, from Phaundakulzan far to the east. We were on our way to Neverlight Grove."
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Varnos tried to remember if he knew of the being Venrilla from his studies, but he was still feeling tired from the skirmish from before. He eventually leans against the tunnel wall, sliding down and letting out a slightly pained breath, pressing against one of the spots where an arrow had pierced him earlier. "Xunhar, do you think we should try and rest here for a short while, or shall we keep moving? With how many of us were hurt in thr last skirmish, I doubt we're in immediate shape to travel." He slightly grunted as he hifted his position into a cross legged one, pulling out his longsword & slowly wiping the dust off the tip, returning the blade to its gem-like shine. He bowed his head for a momrnt, mouthing a few words before looking back to Xunhar.
In Sylvan:
'Was that you that put up the barrier, Araiver?'
"After recent events I might prefer not to solo for some time; so would you mind me tagging along towards Neverlight Grove? I see some of you are wounded; my goddess has given me some healing powers which I could help you with a bit. "
(I can heal 10hp due to Lay on hands)
"grandpa" Salkur, Gnome Arti/Sorc: Forged in Chaos | Pepin, Human Arti/Cleric: Goblin horde | Mixtli, Volc Genasi Arti: Champions of the Citadel | Erix Vadalitis, Human Druid: Rising from the last war | Smithy, Human Arti: Night Ravens: Black orchids for Biscotti | Tamphalic Aliprax, Dragonborn Wizard: Chronicles of the Accursed | Doc, Dwarven Cleric (2024): Adventure at Hope's End | Abathax, Tiefling Illriger: Hunt for the Balowang | Gorin Mestel, Human Arti: Descend into Avernus
"It was. You might be an idealistic fool, but you are a useful one."
Xunhar nods begrudgingly, "Wouldn't want to get caught in another cave-in like that... But yes, I need some rest. Let's take some distance and settle down for a while."
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(OOC:Oops didn´t know purple was taken, changed colors to dark azure, hope that works out. What, if anything does Vierna know of this Neverlight Grove? She would know a lot about the places of the underdark I suppose.)
"If there was a branch or something we could set up camp at, then I'd say we should settle for the night. If not, then let's make it a quick one and get moving." He looked back over to Venrila for a moment, giving a bit of a nod. "If we are here for a short period, then something like that might be a good idea."
'Idealistic? What do you mean by that?'
"You should give no quarter and leave those who are too weak to keep up behind."
"Who do you believe needs to be left behind? I am still a bit weak from those attacks, and it seems these people also wish to deal with the Drow as well. They could be used to your advantage, as well as helping to keep us alive."
"Well met Varnos and Xunhar, you did well in defeating these servants of House Mizzrym, but the battle has obvioulsy taken its toll. I too can help with healing those wounds, but perhaps a rest would be wiser still. Rest now travellers, and I will keep watch for dangers, which you already found out there is shortage of in the underdark."
If the decision is to rest Vierna will scout the surroundings to determine a good location for it. Survival:13 Perception:14
(And another +2 to those rolls because of Natural explorer I guess)
(OOC: Did Vierna know anything about Neverlight grove?)
As you discuss setting up camp to recover, a noise from above catches your attention. Nimbly picking his way down a pile of rubble below a hole in the tunnel's ceiling is a bedraggled figure. His long blue overcoat, trimmed in red, is caked in mud and grime. What you can see of his hair through the dirt is blonde and tied back in a ponytail. Soft leather boots, trimmed in gold, are scuffed and muddy. The finery would be impressive, if not a bit outlandish, were it clean or appropriate for the locale. As he reaches the bottom of the rubble pile the half-elf bows deeply with a flourish then stands with his hand on the hilt of an ornate rapier.
"Greetings and salutations, fellow underworld travelers! Allow me to introduce myself - a man who needs no introduction - I am Don Karnage!" He bows again, even more deeply. "I have overheard your conversating regarding traveling to somewhere perhaps more metropolitan than this collapsing tunnel. If I may be so bold, I would like to accompany you on that journey, and with luck and skill, later find myself back up in the sun and the wind where I belong."