The party moves forward without incident. Gimble indicates to Retiog that the opening they're approaching on the left is the room they seek. Upon entering it the party is met with an expansive library, well really a room of empty book and scroll shelves from floor to ceiling. It's an impressive space carved in stone if sadly devoid of it's purpose. The shelves long ago plundered of their worth. At the far end of the scribe's room is an open atrium 100ft away. The scribe's room as Gimble labeled it is 80ft by 100ft long with ceilings at least 20ft high. Ahead at the beginning of the atrium at the end of the scribe's room.
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That's a lot of missing books,Nat comments as they walk through the empty scribe's room. Looted and sold off? he asks Gimble. Locked away in some Empire vault? Or burned?
"Probably ALL three," the half-elf answers with a frown and a growingly brooding expression.
Alici has no idea how long they've been dead. There's decaying flesh and some bone so your sure it hasn't been too long since they triggered traps. Gimble said however the temple had been raided over and over. He never mentioned how or if the traps reset.
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Gimble continues through the scribe's room towards the artium. Getting closer the party notices what they thought was outdoor light shining through the large dome ceiling is actually crystals giving off the bright glow of sunlight. At the atrium edge however they find a large hole at its center. A perfect cyclinder carved from the stone that goes straight down!
"The pit," Gimble says with a grin. "A great worm came years ago out of the mountain awoken by the first attempts to destroy the temple. The Empire hasn't tried since," he adds still smiling. "I guess they lost their nerve," he smirks removing his pack and tying back his shoulder length hair a mix of dreads and ornamented braids. Then taking out a single rope and begins to fashion a hook. "One at a time I think," he then says aloud after musing a curious look at each of you. "Someone will remain until we're all down to watch over the entrances then come down," he explains. "Everyone understand," he asks next with a curiously cocked eyebrow.
Bringing attention to it the party notices. They it now, two faint but raised scars that bisects both his eyebrows where his hair once hung. He also has tattoos on his ears and neck. It looks like trendrils smoke coming from inside his high collared shirt.
"What is this a temple to?" Retiog asks as he peers down into the pit. Looking back to the half-elf for his answer, the barbarian gives a nod of approval as he notices Gimble's body art. He grasps the rope to indicate he will go down first, doing so he not-so-subtly flexes his tatooed arms and gives Gimble a half-grin as he prepares to climb down.
Nat tucks his shining dagger into his boot so that some of the light still escapes, and moves to climb down. He will stay in marching order if the others prefer, otherwise he will follow directly after Retiog. Hey, let me know if a giant worm eats you, eh?
"I'm sure you'll be the first to know Nat, just remember I can float folks, do you want me to go down and check things out, if it's dangerous I can probably float back faster than you can climb I will need a light though." Duc looks keen to investigate but willing to defer to Retiog if he wants to scout.
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Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
"Duc, if I may, since you can levitate it may be most prudent for you to stand guard and make sure that nothing happens to our descending rope. If it were to slip or fray, or someone were to cut it, you might be the only one who would be able to keep us from falling... however far down that is. I have not a mind for strategy, but thought it reasonable to share my thoughts."
"Not if I eat it first," the barbarian replies Nat with a big toothy grin. Retiog then turns to the genasi. "Going down is easy. Maybe wait to use that skill of yours when we are trying to leave... If someone steals the rope we leave behind, you would be the only one of us to get back up to throw down a rope."
"Then good luck, big guy, don't get eaten" Duc replies with a smile. "Good points too, I think you'll do fine with matters of strategy." she adds to Alici.
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Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Nat stands at the side of the pit and watches closely as Retiog descends. He holds his dagger over and tries to get a glimpse of what's below if he can, before replacing his dagger and following. The floating, he asks Duc, that's like, a once a day thing, right? You couldn't just ferry us all up and down if you wanted?
Everyone climbs down and makes it to the ledge where Gimble has climbed down first awaiting the party.
"There use to be stairs here but...." Gimble then says gesturing at the open space of nothingness. The darkness down the pit is about 60ft and seems impenetrable! "This way," he then says motioning to the corridor ahead of party.
Climbing down they passed two other entrances that looked similar to this down but Gimble did not stop. He climbs on to what seems like the third story below the atrium. The party realizes the ledge at one point was actually a landing for stairs as they clamor off the rope that seemed to stretch impossibly far! The walls around them are still carved stone depicting elves now on examination in celebration of something but moving deeper into the cool corridor, 10ft wide that stretched ahead another 75ft before a T-shaped intersection, some great battle is being fought. All manner of Underdark beasts seems to be coming to the drows aid. The drows themselves riding impossibly large spiders and whole regiments on the back of purple worms firing arrows into their monstrous looking enemies in vaguely familiar armor! (History checks to know the battle and the enemy.)
Gimble ventures ahead now with Retiog behind. The half-elf stopping each couple of feet now 20ft ahead of the group to check.
"Seems clear," the half-elf replies moving ahead before stopping at the T-intersection and for the first time removing a map from a hidden inner pocket of his cloak. "Here's the tricky part," he smirks looking over the map.
Hmm, not sure if I recognise this one...History: 13
Nat follows, still in the same marching order as before, his dagger in his hand. He looks ready for danger, though how true that is remains to be seen.
Alici retreats to the rear of the group, her shield raised and her free hand twitching. She doesn't know the history of this place, but the carvings do intrigue her. She spends the majority of her attention looking out for traps or potential areas from which the party might be ambushed.
Perception 22
Stealth 24
(View's pretty good from the back!)
Alici takes a long moment to examine one of the dead, then realizes that she's holding up the group and hurries after Retiog.
perception : 2
stealth : 18
[ooc: yup... definitely dead.]
~♡~
Medicine check!
The party moves forward without incident. Gimble indicates to Retiog that the opening they're approaching on the left is the room they seek. Upon entering it the party is met with an expansive library, well really a room of empty book and scroll shelves from floor to ceiling. It's an impressive space carved in stone if sadly devoid of it's purpose. The shelves long ago plundered of their worth. At the far end of the scribe's room is an open atrium 100ft away. The scribe's room as Gimble labeled it is 80ft by 100ft long with ceilings at least 20ft high. Ahead at the beginning of the atrium at the end of the scribe's room.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
medicine : 0
[ooc: don't have Alici bind your wounds friends.]
~♡~
That's a lot of missing books, Nat comments as they walk through the empty scribe's room. Looted and sold off? he asks Gimble. Locked away in some Empire vault? Or burned?
"Probably ALL three," the half-elf answers with a frown and a growingly brooding expression.
Alici has no idea how long they've been dead. There's decaying flesh and some bone so your sure it hasn't been too long since they triggered traps. Gimble said however the temple had been raided over and over. He never mentioned how or if the traps reset.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Gimble continues through the scribe's room towards the artium. Getting closer the party notices what they thought was outdoor light shining through the large dome ceiling is actually crystals giving off the bright glow of sunlight. At the atrium edge however they find a large hole at its center. A perfect cyclinder carved from the stone that goes straight down!
"The pit," Gimble says with a grin. "A great worm came years ago out of the mountain awoken by the first attempts to destroy the temple. The Empire hasn't tried since," he adds still smiling. "I guess they lost their nerve," he smirks removing his pack and tying back his shoulder length hair a mix of dreads and ornamented braids. Then taking out a single rope and begins to fashion a hook. "One at a time I think," he then says aloud after musing a curious look at each of you. "Someone will remain until we're all down to watch over the entrances then come down," he explains. "Everyone understand," he asks next with a curiously cocked eyebrow.
Bringing attention to it the party notices. They it now, two faint but raised scars that bisects both his eyebrows where his hair once hung. He also has tattoos on his ears and neck. It looks like trendrils smoke coming from inside his high collared shirt.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
"What is this a temple to?" Retiog asks as he peers down into the pit. Looking back to the half-elf for his answer, the barbarian gives a nod of approval as he notices Gimble's body art. He grasps the rope to indicate he will go down first, doing so he not-so-subtly flexes his tatooed arms and gives Gimble a half-grin as he prepares to climb down.
"Eilistraee," Gimble replies. "It was later trapped by the drow to try to protect the carvings but you see how that worked," he replies with a sigh.
As you recall the murals down the cooridor depicted the lives of plants, beasts, and elven folk found in old elvish rule.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Nat tucks his shining dagger into his boot so that some of the light still escapes, and moves to climb down. He will stay in marching order if the others prefer, otherwise he will follow directly after Retiog. Hey, let me know if a giant worm eats you, eh?
"I'm sure you'll be the first to know Nat, just remember I can float folks, do you want me to go down and check things out, if it's dangerous I can probably float back faster than you can climb I will need a light though." Duc looks keen to investigate but willing to defer to Retiog if he wants to scout.
Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
DM - Dzenda: The Cracks - DM - Dzenda: Whispered Tales
Alici
"Duc, if I may, since you can levitate it may be most prudent for you to stand guard and make sure that nothing happens to our descending rope. If it were to slip or fray, or someone were to cut it, you might be the only one who would be able to keep us from falling... however far down that is. I have not a mind for strategy, but thought it reasonable to share my thoughts."
~♡~
"Not if I eat it first," the barbarian replies Nat with a big toothy grin. Retiog then turns to the genasi. "Going down is easy. Maybe wait to use that skill of yours when we are trying to leave... If someone steals the rope we leave behind, you would be the only one of us to get back up to throw down a rope."
"Then good luck, big guy, don't get eaten" Duc replies with a smile. "Good points too, I think you'll do fine with matters of strategy." she adds to Alici.
Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
DM - Dzenda: The Cracks - DM - Dzenda: Whispered Tales
Nat stands at the side of the pit and watches closely as Retiog descends. He holds his dagger over and tries to get a glimpse of what's below if he can, before replacing his dagger and following. The floating, he asks Duc, that's like, a once a day thing, right? You couldn't just ferry us all up and down if you wanted?
"No, you'll be climbing, it doesn't give me super strength either, but once or maybe twice a day is the best I can normally manage".
Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
DM - Dzenda: The Cracks - DM - Dzenda: Whispered Tales
OOC: For the sake of time sorry for the delay!
Everyone climbs down and makes it to the ledge where Gimble has climbed down first awaiting the party.
"There use to be stairs here but...." Gimble then says gesturing at the open space of nothingness. The darkness down the pit is about 60ft and seems impenetrable! "This way," he then says motioning to the corridor ahead of party.
Climbing down they passed two other entrances that looked similar to this down but Gimble did not stop. He climbs on to what seems like the third story below the atrium. The party realizes the ledge at one point was actually a landing for stairs as they clamor off the rope that seemed to stretch impossibly far! The walls around them are still carved stone depicting elves now on examination in celebration of something but moving deeper into the cool corridor, 10ft wide that stretched ahead another 75ft before a T-shaped intersection, some great battle is being fought. All manner of Underdark beasts seems to be coming to the drows aid. The drows themselves riding impossibly large spiders and whole regiments on the back of purple worms firing arrows into their monstrous looking enemies in vaguely familiar armor! (History checks to know the battle and the enemy.)
Gimble ventures ahead now with Retiog behind. The half-elf stopping each couple of feet now 20ft ahead of the group to check.
"Seems clear," the half-elf replies moving ahead before stopping at the T-intersection and for the first time removing a map from a hidden inner pocket of his cloak. "Here's the tricky part," he smirks looking over the map.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Hmm, not sure if I recognise this one... History: 13
Nat follows, still in the same marching order as before, his dagger in his hand. He looks ready for danger, though how true that is remains to be seen.
Alici retreats to the rear of the group, her shield raised and her free hand twitching. She doesn't know the history of this place, but the carvings do intrigue her. She spends the majority of her attention looking out for traps or potential areas from which the party might be ambushed.
~♡~
Retiog lingers a moment at the battle scene. He tries to recall if this is something that the eldest and shamans told stories of... History 15
The half-orc continues on behind Gimble, watching curiously as he skulks about. "Do we need to watch for traps now?"