Miklos quickly scrabbled in his pack for the map and drew it forth.waving it desperately in front of the advancing statues like a flag of truce. Which, he thought quite ruefully, it probably was.
Maruc wondered what effect lighting would have against stone as he circled to the left staying just out of range. His mage wrought mace should be proof against these creatures if they turned on them, but he didn’t want to test the theory.
Ludo scarmbled back and looked for somewhere safe to be, which with the huge gorge behind them was difficult.
Stephan thought for a fleeting moment to dash between the slow-moving statues. But then he saw that the animated stone was quickly gaining alacrity just like the Traldarian steeds that at first pull moved sluggishly but within seconds were at full strength.
He eyed the gates, hefting his sword and shield. “We may have to get back through the gates!” He positioned himself for a quick escape; waiting to see the effects of Miklos’s map-waving ploy.
Feldard stood his ground and exchanged crossbox for axe and tensed for battle should Miklos’ flag waving go unnoticed or uncared for.
Stephan quickly took in the surroundings. Stone. All stone.
In a pre-battle tone, he said, “The cliff may be the best way. If we can lead them to the edge; make them stumble. Or at least close the gates on them!”
He was not sure, however, if the stone golems would even advance beyond the gates.
As they had hoped, the stone guardians once again respected the bearer of the sacred map and cleared the way for the group to pass. The group carefully marched passed the foreboding ancient statues and once again forged ahead.
Beyond the wall, a broad valley hemmed in on all sides by sheer mountaios stretched away northwards into the haze. Like the road that led the adventurers here, the glories of these ancient ones were long-faded. The stones of the trail leading along the valley floor were overgrown and are flanked by decaying, deserted buildings. Higher up the valley walls, other low structures clung to the rock faces, but these too have fallen victim to the passage of time. From their position at the top of the valley, they could clearly see what lay before them for miles ahead. Ancient rock trails, shrines, groups of dwellings that made up small villages. In the far distance, the valley wound to the west and out of their view.
Nothing moves save the wind, and a deathly silence swallowed up the sounds of footsteps.