Cavern

Through her panic and despair she thought she could hear a sound; voices she thought, yes voices! Not the chitterling that bought the terror that had her trapped and entangled like a trout caught in a net. But whose voices were they? Not the foul Orcs or Goblins. She focused her thoughts and prayed for deliverance so as to have the opportunity to avenge her fallen kin and comrades.

* * * * *

Maruc grinned at Stephan’s quip and tapped his helm. “Keeps the brains in eh?”

The dank sounds of cave echoed vibrantly in the large cavern. Stephan hunkered back against a section of cave wall as much as he could. The light stone he held betrayed his nervousness as it flitted to and fro about the cavern. The light lingered a fraction of a second longer, however, on the odd cave cage structure. Illuminated ever so briefly were chunks of the living cave stone that must have formed the now smashed “bars”.

He looked to see Feldard’s reaction to all this. And waited for the dwarf’s wisdom in how to proceed from here. His sword was held firmly at the ready.

Miklos shone his light around the cavern. “Limestone and more webbing. The spider must frequent this area.”

Hasan held up another torn fragment of dwarf clothing. The dwarves had come this way—voluntarily or not, there was no way of knowing.

“This damage is relatively recent,“ deduced the mage, “and there is much webbing caught in the rocky spikes. See the splinters? They are both inward and outward suggesting traffic in and out. One might suggest a natural prison if it where possible to keep someone inside long enough for the stalagmites to join eh? It seems reasonable to investigate that tunnel first.”

Feldard entered the cavern and noted the broken limestone shards. He listened to Miklos’ assessment as he crossed the cavern towards the “splinters”; as he did so he noted that the cavern continued on towards the right as well. Feldard considered this a moment—the broken limestone could be a diversion or a trap. He paused.

Then motioned to Hasan—pointing towards the right. “Check that direction. 100 paces. Stephan back him up.”

Hasan nodded at the dwarf and moved slowly, softly, to the right, his eyes straining in the night. The big man followed behind.

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8 responses to “Cavern

  1. Not sure I’m following. Are you guys just exploring the cave, going through the hole or checking out that tunnel?

    Maruc: 10xp+10xp
    Miklos: 10xp+10xp+10xp
    Feldard: 10xp+10xp
    Hasan: 10xp+10xp
    Stephan: 10xp+10xp

    TOTAL:
    Maruc: 18,740/24000
    Miklos: 18,825/20000
    Feldard: 18,810/34000
    Hasan: 17,910/32000
    Stephan: 17,755/32000

  2. Stephan

    Stephan accompanied Hasan as directed by Feldard’s natural, subterranean leadership. He kept a vigil to the cardinal directions, as well as directly above, as the elf scryed what he could from the cavern scrapings and debris.

    Several times, Hasan asked him to keep the light stone more steady. The fighter tried to comply.

  3. Hasan

    (I think we’re investigating the cavern mostly, but spreading out, with Stephan and Hasan moving to the right, to the north, and Feldard Maruc and Miklos moving to the northwest toward the “splinters”, which is what I think you are referring to above as the “hole.” But I may be misreading the map, are the “splinters” due north?)

    Hasan continued to move forward, his own nerves as jumpy as the faint light cast from Stephan’s hand. Every step thwarted the elf’s heartfelt hope that the cavern would end, but this was a cavern such as he had never seen before. While it lacked the dignity of the cave housing the great temple of his own village, the scale was daunting. The elf brushed aside another webbing and found this antagonist no less interesting a second time around, as he experienced the curious loss of sensation in his hair, a sensation — the subtle wave of motion with every step taken — that he had never appreciated before. Again, he was able to dislodge the webbing without incident. But by now his interest in the webmaker was much more than academic.

  4. Feldard

    With the elf and human making their way to the right along the cavern tunnel, Feldard continued on towards broken stalactites, to the north.

    Taking the mages words into consideration, the dwarf was cautious as he passed through the opening in the limestone bars. He avoided the spider webbing that clung to a few of the closer stalagmites.

    Once he and the two humans had passed through, he called out again in dwarven, his voice echoing slightly in the cavern, announcing himself and their offer of help. He listened for a response.

  5. Paul

    Physically she could do nothing trapped as she was, however she willed the voices closer, praying for deliverance. She desperately wished she could warn the approaching voices of the danger lurking in these vast caverns. She believed that the ‘terror’ must have heard these strangers invading and she knew it would strike swiftly to defend its lair.

    As she mentally struggled against her entrapment she heard a voice that threw her into even more shock than she was already experiencing. Was that Feldards name she heard echoing in these vast caverns? If it was, then truly the Gods had answered her prayers. The thought that Feldard was close both gave her hope for rescue beyond comprehension and also chilled her, because she knew why he was here. Still she thought that was for later. Her thoughts then became full of despair that he might be killed rescuing her, because of her selfish behaviour. If that happened then she could never forgive herself.

  6. Maruc

    ….Assuming that the ‘hole’ was where the broken stalagmites were.

    Maruc leant in passed the damp limestone shards. In the darting light this corner of the cavern reminded him of teeth of some subterreanian troglodyte. He placed one foot beyond its broken jaw and squinted into the gloom.”more light Miklos, thanks”

  7. miklosdostevar

    Miklos shuffled in next to the big priest. He brought up the glowing stone and lit up the gaping maw.

  8. Feldard

    (LMAO – out of character of course!)

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