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 Feldard’s 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 behavior. If that happened then she could never forgive herself.
* * * * *
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.
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.
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 mage’s 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.
Miklos shuffled in next to the big priest. He brought up the glowing stone and lit up the gaping maw as Feldard climbed through.
He then leant in passed the damp limestone shards. In the darting light this corner of the cavern reminded him of teeth of some subterranean troglodyte. He placed one foot beyond its broken jaw and squinted into the gloom. ”More light Miklos, thanks.”
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. Once again, he heard nothing.
They looked around. There was an exit at the back of the cavern. Then, they looked up. Suspended from the ceiling were five web-shrouded bodies. It was difficult to tell, but they appeared to be one dwarf, one gnome, two goblins and…an orc?