Old Tunnels


Maruc skirted the sticky strands on the floor. He glanced nervously around, expecting the chittering of spiders. Memories of Sevastian’s catacombs and the chambers of the Rahib flashed across his vision as his eyes tried to pierce to gloom ahead. He followed on.

Seeing Hasan’s response to the webbing, Miklos knelt down next to it and lightly brushed the back of his hand over it. Hmm, a deadening of the skin possibly some contact poison. Good for taking prisoners. Using the end of his staff Miklos collected some on the end like some giant candy floss stick. You never knew, in a tight corner it could save his life? He took a few moments to see if any unfortunate goblins had been ensnared. If they had, whatever had done the ensnaring had probably made off with them.

So, finding none he rejoined the priest now eye’d his staff with suspicion. “Is that ethical?” He asked.

“It is if its used in defense.” chided the mage.

“It is an interesting substance, Maruc,” murmured Hasan. “It merits further exploration. I will want to study that myself, so try to save some from contaminants, Miklos.” The elf fell in next to the mage and began his efforts to untangle the problem. “Likely arachnid. Perhaps giant in species, but smaller types have developed poisons. Still, those are usually delivered by bite, not embedded on their web. You must know the rumors of the southern frogs, that secrete poison from their skin. Could such a mutation… “

Stephan saw Hasan’s reaction to the webbing and Miklos’s subsequent collection of some of it. He made sure to keep a healthy distance between any of his exposed skin and the sticky mess. Cupping his hand around the light stone, he shined it toward the mine ceiling, searching for additional webs or worse. Seeing that Feldard had the tracking well in hand, Stephan followed, keeping an eye to the sides and above. And occasionally glancing backward.

Feldard suspiciously eyed the left behind weaponry and webbing for a moment before pressing on. His pace if anything increased. Once more, he called out to the miners as he made his way along the passage. This felt wrong.

Like their rear guard, the dwarf kept his eyes roving in the darkness. Tracking the survivors would be harder now with the blood trail dwindling.

A little further on, the dwarves’ neat tunnel broke into an old musty passage, so low that all but Feldard had to stoop as they walked. The sound of water dripping into slimy pools echoed in the darkness. Shortly thereafter, the tunnel broke into two separate directions, each of which seemed to open wider, possibly into larger caverns.

It was difficult to tell, but there were some subtle indications that the dwarves had continued to the right.



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7 responses to “Old Tunnels

  1. Maruc: 10xp+10xp
    Miklos: 10xp+10xp+10xp
    Feldard: 10xp+5xp
    Hasan: 10xp+5xp
    Stephan: 10xp+10xp

    Maruc: 18,705/24000
    Miklos: 18,780/20000
    Feldard: 18,770/34000
    Hasan: 17,870/32000
    Stephan: 17,715/32000

  2. Hasan

    “hah … they went this way,” Hasan called from the right. He pointed to a blue rip of cloth caught on one of the tunnel’s walls’ many rocky outcroppings. “There is no dust on this ripped edge, it is a fresh snag,” the elf reasoned. “This must be the way of the dwarvish retreat.

    But Hasan walked the other way. “One web deserves another, eh, Miklos?” he laughed. And the elf blocked off the entrance–and exit–from the other passageway with magical webstrands. “Remember this passage, Feldard,” Hasan called after the dwarf, who had already stomped off. He himself, the elf knew, would never find his way back to this point in the subterranean maze they found themselves in.

  3. Feldard

    Feldard glanced back towards the elf who had their backs and nodded to himself before continuing on towards the right.

    The change in tunnel architecture was a surprise. The dwarven and gnomish miners had obviously mined into an older existing tunnel system. It didn’t seem like a wholly natural cavern; however, Feldard was having trouble distinguishing its original inhabitants. It would come to him eventually; he was sure.

  4. miklosdostevar

    Confident of his dwaven friends’ unerring sense of direction in the dark, Miklos continued following him. The light from his stone dances around the low tunnel and he was forced to duck occassionally. Sometimes it was handy being short, he mused.

  5. miklosdostevar

    Miklos watch the elf prince’s magic with interest. There were subtle diffeneces between his techinique and the elven one. It was in some ways was more fluid and graceful but factionally longer in its execution. He could see the logic in the action but he wonder how long the magic would last. But he didn’t question the elf over this. Their magic might be different after all.

  6. Maruc

    Maruc was getting frustrated with thew low ceiling. Being one of the taller folk and less flexible in his bulky armour he found himself getting pains in hisback with all the stooping. The lights swayed ahead of him and he did his best to keep up, fervently wishing fo a taller tunning so he could stretch for a second or two.

  7. Stephan

    Stephan shuddered at the sound of slimy dripping deep in the tunnels. Most of his warring days had been spent above ground.

    He noted Maruc’s frustration with the cramped conditions. In a low voice, “Aye. I’m grateful for this helm, at least. Otherwise I’d have bashed my own skull a dozen time already. ‘Tis confined in here. I’ll be glad when we’re out.”

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