The priest hadn’t seen anything like it in his life. It didn’t look as terrifying as the gargantuan reptilian in the other room but something inside him told him it wasn’t a creature to be easily overcome. “Halav rewards the brave, not the foolish. Time to depart Feldard.”
Once again, they were able to narrowly escape what seemed to be certain death at the hands of a horrific beast. The cleric said, “I hope the reason that that creature is stuck in that room is that it can’t open doors….”
Miklos, who had been at the back of the group with the elves said “Can’t open doors? What do you mean?”
“No hands.” replied the cleric simply, “It was just a floating eye.”
The colour drained from the mage’s face, “I read a history once where Archmage Antonius faced creature matching that description, he barely escaped with his life. I doubt a creature that has mastered the art of moving without legs would find difficulty with a door.” He thought for a fraction of a second and ensuring no one was left in the short passageway he slammed the second door shut to the main corridor. “I’d suggest a turn of speed gentlemen. Back to the main chamber. I don’t want that behind us!” without waiting waiting for the others he speed off. “Let us hope that the creature chooses the dragon chamber to explore first!”
Saeth stood back in surprise as the others pounded past. Whatever his failures, their failures, cowardice was unlike Feldard or the others. And, apparently, they were quite serious about the dangers in the rooms.Taking Miklos’ suggestion about this eye-creature as a decent one, the swordswoman paused by the first set of doors to crack them open a ways, hoping to trick this creature into going the wrong way. She turned to catch up, but couldn’t resist the urge to peek through that small gap, to catch a glimpse of such the mighty beast while she had the chance, and lingered there a moment before continuing after the others.
With the door only open a crack, she saw nothing, save for darkness, despite her elven infravision.
“What could his fleeing companions have seen?” Hasan wondered. Having seen nothing in either room, only the terrified reactions of his heretofore unshakeable companions, he remained astonished. He backed away from the two doors, watching the portals and the lone elf that remained. Saeth’s coolness seemed as extreme as the other’s panic, but—well—that was her nature. An elf’s heart can be as stout as the bravest dwarf, although their guts will always be a bit more refined, Hasan mused.
The dwarf had needed no further prompting from the cleric to quit the room while in the presence of the creature; but now away from the foul thing, he fumed at his own cowardice. What was wrong with him? He was a dwarven warrior. Nothing should strike such fear into the likes of him. He paused in the long hallway seeing the Mage ahead of him hurrying towards the main chamber, then glanced back towards the hall door that lead to such horrors.Their search for the Eye and the maidens led to some rather fearful creatures, but did that not mean they were on the right track? Fleeing now would only lessen their chances of succeeding. “Miklos, hold up!”
As they regrouped, Nicolai turned and asked, “If both those creatures are as powerful as you say they are Miklos, would they live peacefully in such an underground lair? If they do, it is likely that something more powerful than them controlling them? And I for one do not want to meet something more powerful than a dragon.”
Indeed, something seemed quite amiss. How could such powerful creatures exist in such proximity, lurk in the ruined tower, completely undetected by the elves who lived for centuries in the forest above? Yet, they had just seen them with their own eyes…
The dwarf turned to regard the party’s rogue. “Nor do I, Nicolai, yet what is the alternative? Forgetting all about the Opal Eye and the Sons of Night and the more imminent threat of the Three Sisters?” He shook his head. “As much as I hate to say it. We must press on. Too much is at stake.”