At the bottom of the Well

[Garat]

Garat follows sword still sheathed hilt in hand, concentrating all his senses on the environment around him seeking signs of trouble before they see him. Padding silently by his side Shadow sniffs the air.

As the other stop so does Garat waiting for information on what has caused the halt to filter back.

[Zeric]

Zeric sent a calming thought through the mental link to his familiar, bidding her to maintain a watch at the top of the stairs.

He turned to look at the place Dace was examining, not getting closer than ten feet to the... whatever it was. He prepared to draw upon the power of The Weave, ready to launch a spell at a second's notice.

[Dungeon Master]

OOC - more detailed map! to assist

[milo]

When the group first stops Milo moves to against the wall so he can be unobtrusive.

As he watches the party prepare for a possible encounter his visage takes on a questioning look and he starts moving to the room with all the pillars. (whilst staying away from where Dace is studying the wall)

He stops at the top of the stairs and removes his backpack. He opens it and stares inside for a moment.

[milo]

Milo gives a sudden yelp of glee and hugs the backpack to his chest. He skips back to where Zeric is standing, his cheerful, squeaky voice reverberating through the area.

"It's real! The stories are true! It's the actual Spellbane's Crossroad! I'm truly here! I've dreamt of this day for so long! It's my first dead magic zone, I'm so Happy!"

[Dace]

Gritting his teeth, Dace muttered "Someone kill or shut up the Halfling..." as he prepared to open the door.




OOC:

An addendum to his previous action.

[Dungeon Master]

OOC- Ill wait for actions, before I post the contents of the secret room. Door corridor whatever!

[Zeric]

Jun 3, 2009 15:36:55 GMT milo said:

Milo gives a sudden yelp of glee and hugs the backpack to his chest. He skips back to where Zeric is standing, his cheerful, squeaky voice reverberating through the area.

"It's real! The stories are true! It's the actual Spellbane's Crossroad! I'm truly here! I've dreamt of this day for so long! It's my first dead magic zone, I'm so Happy!"

Zeric rounded on the halfling, looming above him as he hissed, "And why, Milo, would you be so happy to be separated from Mystra's Weave? What do you know of it? I'll wager it's a lot more than me. Answer, and keep the noise down."

[milo]

"Oh it's in all the tales it is. The Spellbane Crossroad is one of the first ...." Milo starts up as he quietly starts reciting some tales. Although he's speaking much quieter than before it's obvious from his tone of voice that he'll be speaking for a while.

OOC: Milo is going to recount some information he has heard from previous adventurers it'll take a while so he'll take no actions but speaking as Dace opens the door. I'll post the stories depending on how much I get to say before we get interrupted.

[Zeric]

Zeric listened to Milo's accounts while keeping his attention upon the door Dace was working on.

[Dungeon Master]

Dace clicks a brick in the wall which opens a door five feet tall by five feet wide. It opens inwards, like a latch is now released, the door still needs some pushing inwards. It takes a couple of moment to push in the door.

The floor about the door is strewn with caltrops, and the walls of this dusty room bear engravings of robed figures bearing staffs, wands, scrolls, spellbooks, and other symbols of arcane spellcasting. It also holds three snarling orcs warriors! Already on their feet when you enter, they draw their weapons and shout at you in their crude language.



OOC- Cath, Eneval and Garat haven't posted, so if they want to do something before combat they can do a retro post (to keep the flow going)

[Rumbleskin Ironeater]

With his race's inbuilt love of all things Orcish, Rumbleskin bellows "Ye stinkin' balls o' gully-dwarf wanna-be's! Ha' a load o' this!" as he runs past Dace, through the caltrops and straight at the orcs... Trusting that his hob-nailed boots would absorb most of the damage the caltrops would inflict...

[Zeric]

Zeric moved back towards the well, leaving Milo in mid-sentence, stopping at the rear of the group, craning his neck to see what had precipitated Rumbleskin's shout.

He drew upon The Weave, preparing to shape the arcane energy to whatever form best suited the threat, if required. He turned to Garat, the Calamshite, grinning a wry smile, "Looks like you're going to be blooded into the Daggers sooner than I thought!"

OOC: Since Zeric doesn't know what the threat is and (presumably) can't see it, he'll hold off until it becomes apparent whether his assistance is required.

[Dungeon Master]

Jun 5, 2009 10:40:56 GMT Rumbleskin Ironeater said:

With his race's inbuilt love of all things Orcish, Rumbleskin bellows "Ye stinkin' balls o' gully-dwarf wanna-be's! Ha' a load o' this!" as he runs past Dace, through the caltrops and straight at the orcs... Trusting that his hob-nailed boots would absorb most of the damage the caltrops would inflict...

OOC- As Dace moves very quick are you pushing him or the others out the way?

[Garat]

Jun 5, 2009 10:40:56 GMT Rumbleskin Ironeater said:

"Ye stinkin' balls o' gully-dwarf wanna-be's! Ha' a load o' this!"

Upon hearing the dwarf warriors battle cry Garat takes a firmer grip on the hilt of his Scimitar. Assuming that the hardy warriors gathered round the door can take care of whatever they have found, or failing that will scream for backup. Moves to position himself between the party and the rest of the dungeon watching out for anything that might be attracted by the sounds of a scuffle.

Jun 5, 2009 13:17:16 GMT Zeric said:

grinning a wry smile, "Looks like you're going to be blooded into the Daggers sooner than I thought!"

as he passes Zeric he replies with a wide grin "Indeed once more I dance."