The Necromancer's Pact VIII: The Rising Tide

[Dr._Bob]

Achkby turns so that his back is to a large stalagmite. He looks back and sees a faint glow. Torches? Or is it some kind of illusion? A sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach reminds him that he lost track of Lissa. Where is she? ... Where am I?

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The girl's cry continues unabated. Another cry, this one male, calls out from a slightly different direction. "Yix!" The pseudodragon hovers in mid-air, undecided. Achkby? Or is it some kind of illusion?

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Khazrael pushes past Adalmar, imbuing him with the spider climb ability once more. Khazrael stalks forward into the darkness, seemingly not caring whether anyone follows. He leaps toward a stalagmite, then scuttles to the other side and is gone from sight.

Adalmar takes a few steps forward as well, holding his torch aloft. He looks back at the others, imploring them to come forward as well.

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Trinark watches the newcomers edge away from the main group and sighs. What is it about the surface races that make them so impulsive and irrational?