“Well, let’s not let that stone beast lay a trap for us! The sooner we’re through, the better!” Without waiting for discussion, her withdrawn sword went back through the portal, and this time all of Saeth followed it. Hasan shrugged at the debating humans and followed her.
The dwarf guffawed loudly at his elven companion’s straight-forwardness. You’d think she was part dwarf with an attitude like that!
Feldard finished padding his wounds, tying off the bandages tightly, then the dwarf strode forward once more, closing his eyes just before reaching the mirror.
“Stubborn as mules them two,” Nicolai muttered, as he followed them through the portal.
As Nicolai passed through the portal the priest turned to the mage. “So much for wisdom, common sense and logical surmising. I’m surprised that Dwarves and Elves are reknown for longevity.”
“Ahh, but you only hear from the the ones who have lived the longest!” Miklos chuckled. “It seems our decision is made for us. Still it was encouraging that Saeth could withdraw her weapon from the surface. Let us hope that it wasn’t the fact the the weapon was enchanted that this was possible!” Miklos stepped through the mirror’d interface.
Maruc rolled his eyes and offered a prayer to Halav in case that beyond the mirror was a plane of existence that his powers could not penetrate. Madness and foolishness all of this. He followed the others.
* * * * *
Those that walked through the portal felt a tingling sensation upon their body, and their surroundings became an unfocused blur. It was disorienting, but not terribly so. After walking a few paces their view became sharpened once more and they could see where they were.
Saeth, the first to enter, had been the first to emerge. Disappointingly, she found herself in the same room that she had just left. The portal had merely reversed her direction. She was soon joined by the dwarf, the mage and cleric.
But, where on Mystara were the rogue and the Siswa? They could see no sign of them.
* * * * *
Hasan had charged forth ready to join his fellow elf in battle, but quickly found that there was no sign of the elven swordswoman. Instead, he found himself companion-less in what appeared to be an old laboratory. He quickly took in his surroundings. The portal was still behind him. In front of him were two rows of tables covered with lab equipment. Dust covered the ancient glass beakers; brass coils were tarnished with age. Cobwebs hung like lace between the cracked jars on the shelves. Two alcoves were in the eastern wall. And, in the corner of the room, on a peg in the wall, hung the Pendant of the Elyan.
Though his friends were missing, he was not alone. Guarding the Pendant that it had stolen from his twin, the stone creature prepared to attack.
* * * * *
Nicolai was not as brash as his comrades. He was always careful to put his skills to use to avoid the pitfalls and traps that could kill so quickly in an environment such as this. Though he could not see, he could still feel. As he bent to examine the floor, he noticed the tingling sensation lessened as he held himself lower to the ground. Adhering to the Tingling Is Bad Theory, he crawled carefully forward. After a few feet of crawling, he too emerged in the laboratory, and saw Hasan about to engage in battle.