Miklos scrabbled in his backpack yanked out his spellbook, he wondered if he had enough time. Probably not. He shoved it back in and prepared the sleep spell he had at hand.
Torn between the possible need to burn a spider, and the need to hide from the approaching cacophony of armor, Stephan opted for the more tangible evidence and doused the torch. He readied his shield and light stone — keeping it shrouded for the moment.
At the readying for battle around him by his companions, Feldards first though was for Hernane’s protection. The elf had indicated from which tunnel the threat lay and Feldard immediately placed himself between it and Hernane. He readied his axe and strained his infravision against the sudden darkness.
“Lets hope they’re friendly, but just in case…” Maruc unhooked his mace. “Hernane, exactly how many fellow miners did you have with you? And were they armed and armoured?”
Hernane whispered to Maruc, “There are no other survivors that I am aware of. Of course I have been out of it for a little while”.
She moved closer to Tekaryon, to provide protection for him and readies her weapon for combat. She thought after surviving a Dwarf eating giant spider and a horde of Gobbos, what else could go wrong today? Oh for a tankard of ale and a hearty meal. Inwardly she sighed, she was so tired, after these adventures she was starting to wish she was back with her clan in Rockhome with her one true love.
Torchlight reflected off the cave walls as the sounds grew closer. The group could now hear a deep, rhythmic chanting emanating from that direction.
Hasan stepped forward, the inkling of what was to come and how he would handle it already in his mind. The strange presence of the orc had bothered him since its discovery, and he felt now that puzzle was about to be explained. Though his Elyan forebears had been insulated from the ravages of the orcs for an age, the ancient enmity between the elves and orcs immediately chilled his mind and soul. Should these indeed be orcs, Hasan would provoke their charge and lead them straight into his companions. He drew himself to full height, breathed, and just as the heatshapes began to separate into discernable individuals, Hasan commanded, “Halt! Who approaches my repose? Who dares disturb Hasan, Prince of the Elyan?”
A giant eight-legged spider, as large as a man, emerged from around the corner, skittering into the cavern. Turning its red eyes away from the torches that had been forcing it back to its lair, the dark creature looked to the elf and the others who stood in front of its spiderhole.