Grahl wipes off the blood and filth from his axe, trying to get the most of by wiping it on a somewhat clean part of a fallen enemy. 

He sets his axe down to lean on it with one arm as his rage is all but faded. He looks down to his belt and pulls off the string with the elf ears. Your curse has failed he says when holding the ears in front of him. I have honored Gruumsh once more.  He grins then tosses the string with the ears into the lava pool nearby and watches it sink and burn. 

He walks back still smiling, patting Arbon on the shoulder with a laugh Haha, says nothing more and walks around obviously in a good mood. 

Arbon-As you look about, you find no raw materials, but, if you could breakdown some of these Old Tools, thered be nearly 8 pounds of usable crafting metal between it all. 

Chazrael nods to Grahl. "For Grummsh."

Thinking about it a moment, Onyx will set about seeking brass materials, and anything else that could make for valuable spell components.

(( Perception Check: 21 ))

Arbon picks up with metal parts. "You fought well Grahl. How does everyone fare after that scuffle? Is anyone in need of healing?"

Onyx can determine that there are brass casings around what should be lit gas lanterns. The fixtures and small door holding the glass panels of them are easily removed from the larger steel frame. He can count 12 lanterns, broken or not, of which he can harvest perhaps 3 pounds of brass, and a pound of glass total. 

There are other things about too, there are molds growing atop the differing rotting woods and this gas is mystical in nature. With the right container, perhaps you could capture some for later research/use. 

Marchosias spits on the mangled, inert undead before following the others.  Leave it to demons to create such sloppy creatures.

"I am fine," he replies to Arbon.  He had avoided close quarters.  There was something in him that he couldn't trust, something he feared would drive him into the chaos of melee combat.  But how much longer could he stay safe?

Grahl nods at Arbons complement, Yes, watch Grahl. Maybe human become good warrior too. He says goading Arbon.

He checks himself for wounds. Hrrmm scratches, Grahl not hurt bad. To proud to admit injury he just shrugs, not in dire need yet just.

Arbon sets the head of his mace on the ground and leans on his weapon after picking up some metal scraps and storing them. "Well friends, shall we ascend the ladder to see what slinked back into the shadows? Seems that it is most likely weak for it to run so. But then again, it could also be goading us into a trap," he scratches his chin, "That storage area may hold some value also, not so much in riches, but perhaps useful items for our venture deeper. I'm loath to let such a fiend get away, so my vote is to go after whatever went up the ladder, but failing others wishing to do the same, I'd like to check the storage area." 

He picks up his mace and twirls in his hand a moment, as if feeling the heft of it for the first time, then stops, "Marchosias, Chazrael, are either of you in need of more ammunitions for your bow or crossbow? After a few battles, I'm feeling a little stronger and my patron has inspired me with the ability to produce small items and equipment. It will take a bit (one hour) but I have some materials here already," he pats his pack with the metal inside, "Though if now does not seem the time, remember for later and just let me know."

Marchosias checks his case.

"No, I still have enough for another fight or two."

"Arbon?" asked Onyx.

He'd collected a few pounds of brass from their surroundings, and had approached the cleric with them in hand.

"It seems the others aren't in need of ammunition for a while. Which seems as good a time to ask, I suppose, as any... would you be willing to fashion something for me?"

He lowered his voice a little, seeming almost embarrassed at the situation, and quickly continued. "It's not going to help us immediately. But I, too, felt a surge of power from my patron, and with what I know of him, I should be able to cast a special spell soon. But it requires a brass brazier. Of course, there are other required components, and I could wind up dying down here before the thing even sees use... but if I had one, we'd all potentially benefit."

"Hmm that should be doable my bookish friend," Arbon says as he scratches his chin, matching Onyx' quietened voice. "Well, hopefully you won't perish before you get to practice your art more. Especially if I can help it. Worry not though." Arbon turns to the rest of the group and says loudly, "So friends, shall we continue on or take a rest here a while? Onyx here has requested I create him an item for his magics, though he says it's not important now, it may offer assistance later. If others wish to rest an hour, I'm happy to get to work on his request. But if not, I'm also eager to chase our quarry."

Grahl will respond, Creature getting away. He looks to the hunter. Stairs go to storage?

Grahl no like being followed, should chase creature. 

He will look up to try and determine where the stairs would lead. Would they lead the same direction or path as storage?

(Perception 4)

As Grahl looks around some dirt flying around gets in his eye. Argh he starts wrubbing it and forgets what he was looking for. 

Onyx blinked. Yes, there HAD been something that had scurried up the ladder.

"You're right," he said as he stashed away the brass into his backpack. "This can wait. We have another creature to take care of still."

Grahl cannot determine where these ladders go. He knows there are two openings/doors on the ground floor here, and that there are several openings/doors in the rail system above, but nothing more. 

Arbon walks over to the ladder and checks its stability (Investigation check: 12 or Perception check: 15?). IF it appears solid to his satisfaction, he nods, turns to the others and says "Shall we then?"

"We shall," Chazrael says as he begins to climb up the ladder.

Onyx got behind Chazrael and Arbon as they started to climb, then stepped aside a second. He let the others go first, as he stood, feeling out... whatever it was that had happened. He had indeed experienced a surge of power from his patron, but there was... something else as well. He heard Ralimgam's mirthful laugh, and his voice: "Trust me." And then it clicked.

"I'll be right up," Onyx said to the others as he began removing his leather armor. Once he had done so, and stashed it inside his backpack, he stood up, closed his eyes, and exhaled. He wasn't sure when exactly his patron had transmitted this knowledge, but he clearly had. Moving his hands through arcane patterns, while chanting words he did not know, he cast his new spell. A sudden purple glow briefly surrounded him as he finished, then faded away as he opened his eyes. It had worked--he'd used the spell, without even having learned it.

A smile broke out on his face as he grabbed his backpack and hurried up the ladder after the others.

The ladder is quiet stable as you all make your way from the factory floor to the top of the first column in under a minute. The thick smoke coughed from the plume in a low roar of never ceasing dwarven forgeworks. Its amazing what these crafty miners were capable off, you can see from the top that there's many more body's. Things that initially appeared to be broken objects or fallen infrastructure from eye level, houses the bodies of dozens of corpses ontop that collapsed such items in the first place. 

The hunter keeps a grim visage as he pulls himself up the second ladder into the cave systems below. No time to mourn. Besides, those whove died here did so long, long, long ago...

He disappers over the edge of eyesight into the cave entrance. 

Arbon follows the hunter up the ladders, glancing at the bodies strewn about as he passes.