02-07-2017, 03:16 PM
Location: The calling circle above the armory.
Time: Solar eclipse (still...).
Present: Giant, Lugar, Portho. Even though it might contain spoilers this is the final scene of this chapter therefore I recommend for everyone to follow the thread but only post if your first post includes your character joining the scene IC.
With grim determination the most unlikely trio of a duergar, a half-orc, and a forest gnome scale the rope and the vault once again. The armorer stays downstairs with apparent control over the guardian. The rest wait with tension, expecting any signs of them being needed upstairs.
As the three pass the trapdoor one by one they are thankful that Torin's prayer protects them from prying eyes. The circle is tightly packed with at least nine of the evil skeletons and a young man wearing leather trousers and a leather tunic over a white linen shirt hovering above their heads. A pair of glass lens surrounded by a wire frame rests on his nose.
"We have company," he says in a sinister tone, and the skeletons respond with low snarls.
As the three clear the trapdoor's yawning pit they have a feeling that at least this young man can see through the divine shroud; but can the skeletons?
Time: Solar eclipse (still...).
Present: Giant, Lugar, Portho. Even though it might contain spoilers this is the final scene of this chapter therefore I recommend for everyone to follow the thread but only post if your first post includes your character joining the scene IC.
With grim determination the most unlikely trio of a duergar, a half-orc, and a forest gnome scale the rope and the vault once again. The armorer stays downstairs with apparent control over the guardian. The rest wait with tension, expecting any signs of them being needed upstairs.
As the three pass the trapdoor one by one they are thankful that Torin's prayer protects them from prying eyes. The circle is tightly packed with at least nine of the evil skeletons and a young man wearing leather trousers and a leather tunic over a white linen shirt hovering above their heads. A pair of glass lens surrounded by a wire frame rests on his nose.
"We have company," he says in a sinister tone, and the skeletons respond with low snarls.
As the three clear the trapdoor's yawning pit they have a feeling that at least this young man can see through the divine shroud; but can the skeletons?
