D&D II Act One Scene IV(a) - The Mines of Dhurn Dharal

sKeith

Sarrics look into the crevace to see if the can see a bottom or any exits below.

Necro

Fourier wrote: »

Vrakrash has the form of a portly gentleman with a whisker like mustache and fine clothing.

Vrakrash sighs. He misses his scales, muscles and more importantly his armour.

OOC: You've turned me into a human Bandylegs :pac:

Fourier

sKeith wrote: »

Sarrics look into the crevace to see if the can see a bottom or any exits below.

The crevice continues down to a chamber of lava far below.

Necro

Vrakrash looks around the crystal corridor for a different exit, to see if the other doors have vanished in a similar manner.

Fourier

Necrominus wrote: »

Vrakrash sighs. He misses his scales, muscles and more importantly his armour.

OOC: You've turned me into a human Bandylegs :pac:

With his new frame Vrakrash finds he cannot move as well as he used to, the old fighter's instinct is gone.

OOC: Fighter class nullified. Vrakrash is a classes Level 0 character

Evade

Fourier wrote: »

The doorway through which they entered the house, the one leading to the crystal walled corridored, is gone. In its place is a sheer drop into a crevice.

"Damn! DaMN! DAMN!" Iuric shouts in frustration. He takes a calming breath "We might have to fix whatever's happened in this accursed place before we can leave."

Fourier

Necrominus wrote: »

Vrakrash looks around the crystal corridor for a different exit, to see if the other doors have vanished in a similar manner.

The East and West doors are still present.

Necro

Vrakrath puts his hand on a non crystal part of the wall and pants a bit.

'The, *coughing* doors up there and down... *panting* here... still here.'

He shuffles East.

Evade

Iuric follows Vrakrash and checks to see if Hurguil has calmed down.

sKeith

"Do me not want to see where that portal goes?"

Necro

Vrakrash turns, panting.

'You can... I'm not walking any further than I have to.'

He tries the East door tentatively.

Fourier

Hurguil has passed out from stress.

They enter a hall.

To the South two sets of stairs, one going up, another going down.

To the East, the kitchen

To the North, a poorly lit room with a candle.

To the NorthEast the hall continues.

Necro

Vrakrash staggers into the kitchen, his new portly frame decidedly hungry.

'A feast and we can continue, oh yes lads!'

He licks his lips hoping for a bounty.

sKeith

Sarrics enter the north room.

Evade

Iuric examines both sets of stairs.

Fourier

sKeith wrote: »

Sarrics enter the north room.

The north room is a shrine to Dwarven heroes of the ancient dwarf-elven war that ravaged the area South of Dhurn Dharal.

Several bones are piled up on the ground. Elven sacrificial victims.

The focus of the room is the altar, which houses figurines similar to the statues outside. Two more recent elven corpses lie on the altar.

Above the alter is an ancient dwarven helm, fiery runes etched on it surface.

Fourier

Evade wrote: »

Iuric examines both sets of stairs.

Very cold air rushes from the lower set of stairs. They are bare stone.

The other set of stairs, going up, are finely made of wood and adorned with a purple carpet.

sKeith

SarricA examines the corpses and searches them thoughly.
SarricB examines the helm and reads the inscription.

Evade

Iuric finds a comfortable spot to place Hurguil and then slowly descends the stone stairs.

Fourier

Necrominus wrote: »

Vrakrash staggers into the kitchen, his new portly frame decidedly hungry.

'A feast and we can continue, oh yes lads!'

He licks his lips hoping for a bounty.

The kitchen is quite large, containing two banquet tables. The walls are lined with portraits of the family going back centuries. One portrait has been removed.

At the end of the kitchen, a decaying dwarf with no jaw stirs a foul smelling broth.

Beyond him a set of stairs lead down.

Necro

Vrakrash calls out to the decaying dwarf.

'Hail and well met, chap! You got anything to eat round these parts? Sarrics, Iuric - we have our own personal chef!'

Fourier

Necrominus wrote: »

Vrakrash calls out to the decaying dwarf.

'Hail and well met, chap! You got anything to eat round these parts? Sarrics, Iuric - we have our own personal chef!'

The dwarf speaks despite the lack of a jaw, in a rough voice.

"Just the broth fat man, it'll make ye strong"

Fourier

sKeith wrote: »

SarricA examines the corpses and searches them thoughly.
SarricB examines the helm and reads the inscription.

The runes are obscure Old Dwarvish, not something Sarric can read.

SarricA finds a wand on both corpses, high-elven wizards both.

Necro

Vrakrash wanders up alongside skele-dwarf.

'Alright then. What's in the broth matey?'

Fourier

Evade wrote: »

Iuric finds a comfortable spot to place Hurguil and then slowly descends the stone stairs.

Halfway down the stairs, he spots five armed undead standing in a room with several bunk beds. They currently don't see him.

Fourier

Necrominus wrote: »

Vrakrash wanders up alongside skele-dwarf.

'Alright then. What's in the broth matey?'

"Elf meat and sweat from Trolls, with a bit of magic to bind it together. The master came up with it, bless him."

Necro

Fourier wrote: »

"Elf meat and sweat from Trolls, with a bit of magic to bind it together. The master came up with it, bless him."

Vrakrash shrugs.

'Shall we both drink to.. oh my word. I am so sorry friend. I forgot your disposition.

Never mind, a cup if you would, they say once you eat or drink in a man's halls he can not lay harm on you - or be cursed for many years.

What sort of place is this anyways?'

sKeith

SarricA gives a wand to SarricB, "here, were going to have to find some way to distigguish us.."

SarricB say, "I know," and puts the helm on," I'll be known as Nobby, You can go by Sarric, Hows that sound?"

SarricA say, "But i always want to be called Nobby" pause for a few seconds then say"ok agreed then Nobby, dont thinks theres anything else of interest in this room."

Nobby says" what do these wands do?"

Sarric says, "bugger if i know, that helm looks good on you."

They exit south.

Fourier

Necrominus wrote: »

Vrakrash shrugs.

'Shall we both drink to.. oh my word. I am so sorry friend. I forgot your disposition.

Never mind, a cup if you would, they say once you eat or drink in a man's halls he can not lay harm on you - or be cursed for many years.

What sort of place is this anyways?'

"A mansion, I have served in many, but never before with a master so dedicated to the old ways, before we worshiped the new gods. Back when we followed our true natures."

He offers Vrakrash a cup of the broth. It smells vile beyond belief.

Evade

Iuriric reaches backto draw his sword then pauses for a split second and draws it "Abominations lay down your arms and submit to the justice of Resharum"