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"Simple minds would say the sky was falling if an apple hit them on the head."
"Indeed-" Petrillia snorted. Then remembering an elvish phrase she once heard, "The root of all superstition is that men observe when a thing hits, but not when it misses."
On seeing Nathros and Brandon disappear into the new tunnel, Petrillia follows, "Oh...is this the way out?" Although she couldn't see the extent of the vast chamber, she could tell something was...different. A brief sense of panic hit. After so long in the confined spaces of the tunnels and caves, such openness made her heart race. The sound of the water far below gave her enough persepective to at least partially grasp the size of the new cavern.
Brandon sheathed his dagger and drew his sword. By the luminescent moss's light, he started looking around for more glowing beetles.
He answered Petrilia in a distracted manner, "We have to try to eliminate the beetles if there are more of them. Can't go back to Lord Bost with the job half finished."
He eyed the lake in a quizzical manner, as if not sure what it was doing there.
He called again in a low voice over his shoulder, "There's a lake down here. Try not to fall into it."
Nathros continues to observe the cavern below, conscious of the agitated presence of Brandon and the newly freed Petrillia, and wondering where Sid, Stefan, and Jeanne have gotten to. After a turn or two, he begins looking for the safest way to descend.
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Jeanne tails the end of the group but voices her concern. "This may be over our heads. I think it wise we rest in the safety of the mill before continuing."
Stefan emerges behind the group and whispers "Whoa!" at sight of the cavern.
"I agree with Petrillia. Can't we board this up or something? We could be down here all night if we continue..."
He looks at the vial. "Oh, and, this definitely isn't anything I've seen before - and I've seen a few potions being used at the Temple. I don't think it has any curative or restorative properties," he concludes. "But then again, dog men potions might be complete different from the potions I've seen. More likely he only stole it though."
"If anyone wants to taste it - that can sometimes work... but I wouldn't recommend it til we get back to Threshold."
Petrillia raised her eyebrows and pulls her attention away from the sound of the water at the mention of dogmen potions. I doubt those animals could make potions...they barely knew about fire.
"Those dogmen couldn't boil their way out of a watery rat soup. Here, let me take a look. Chances are it is some pointless, superstitious tonic...Darya certainly made enough of that slop for the locals."
And then, remembering her manners, asks again, "Do you mind if I take a look?"
Nathros spots a path down toward the lakeside, more of a ledge really, maybe only a few feet wide. It appears to be the only way off the larger ledge the party stands on, unless one can climb straight up the rock face behind them or straight down the drop off before them. In contrast to the cavern beneath the mill, this large pace appears naturally carved out.
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Petrilla takes the vial and holds it up in the dim light to get a better look at the cloudy liquid. As she swirls it around, she responds to Jeanne. "I can't say I'm excited to stay another night down here, but a sleep without being chained to a barrel and surrounded by dogmen-" She pauses to spare a glance at Creeper and then continues, "I might be of more help. A clear mind and some time with my book and I should be able to work a bit of magic."
Returning her attention to the vial, Petrilla unstoppers it and gently waves it under her nose to see if there is any smell. She then wets the tip of her finger on the rim of the vial, rubs her finger and thumb together, and then touches her finger to the tip of her tongue.
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Not sure if the Food Tasting skill will come in handy here, but just in case... (1d20)[10]
"Well, we dwarves do not tire easily, but I am not opposed to postponing our exploration. Perhaps we could use some of those barrels to block up this passage in the meantime?"
__________________ It is a joyful thing indeed to hold intimate converse with a man after one’s own heart, chatting without reserve about things of interest or the fleeting topics of the world; but such, alas, are few and far between.
– Yoshida Kenko (1283-1350), Tsurezure-Gusa (1340)
Brandon speaks quietly, trying not to make too many audible echoes that might draw danger to the party.
"I don't think barrels will work, good Nathros. If the beetles can chew their way through earth, surely they can do the same through wood. At best, it would serve as a temporary measure."
"Well, in that instance at least we would know they had passed through. Makes no odds to me, though." Nathros shrugs.
__________________ It is a joyful thing indeed to hold intimate converse with a man after one’s own heart, chatting without reserve about things of interest or the fleeting topics of the world; but such, alas, are few and far between.
– Yoshida Kenko (1283-1350), Tsurezure-Gusa (1340)
The large cave seems quite still and uninhabited, at least as far as one can see in the shadowy, glowing illumination. At least nothing seems to be coming forward in response to the conversation taking place.
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Jeanne switches to infravision and peers into the shadowy areas for signs of heat.
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Stefan Reinhardt
"How much of this is above and beyond the mission at hand?"
Jeanne says in a normal voice "No need hushing yourself, our heavy armor has echoed louder than any voice. We went above and beyond the moment kobolds and a damsel-in-distress came into the picture."
Jeanne says in a normal voice "No need hushing yourself, our heavy armor has echoed louder than any voice. We went above and beyond the moment kobolds and a damsel-in-distress came into the picture."
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Stefan starts at Jeanne's volume. He puts his finger to his lips before realising she's right. He blushes and shrugs sheepishly.
To answer her he says, "Well, in that case, I'm fine staying or going. Whatever we think is best."
Jeanne votes to bringing this "case" to a close. "The "ghosts" have been dealt with, there are no obvious signs of additional danger in this new cavern, we can probably squeeze a little more cash for dealing with kobolds who might have posed a threat, and we rescued a fair damsel in distress. If need be we can request to further explore this cavern but let's take baby steps, yes?"
Brandon had been listening a bit absentmindedly to the discussion. Most of his attention had been on their surroundings, since as the fighter he had more responsibility than most to keep on guard.
After Jeanne spoke, he nodded silent but emphatic agreement.
"Let us be about it, then." Nathros retires from the cavern and returns to kobold hauling.
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– Yoshida Kenko (1283-1350), Tsurezure-Gusa (1340)
On the way out, unless something or someone interrupts their sojourn, Brandon picked up the dead kobolds he had put down earlier, grimacing at disgust but philosophically resigned to being a corpse bearer for a little while longer.
Returning to the ground floor of the mill presents only the logistic challenge of carrying and dragging the corpses. Soon enough the entire party, plus their newest addition, and their slain and captured foes, arrive at the mill's large side door. Sunlight seems all the more bright after the foray below.
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Nathros retrieves his spear, then tries to figure the time of day. "We should probably make our way to the encampment, I think."
__________________ It is a joyful thing indeed to hold intimate converse with a man after one’s own heart, chatting without reserve about things of interest or the fleeting topics of the world; but such, alas, are few and far between.
– Yoshida Kenko (1283-1350), Tsurezure-Gusa (1340)
Brandon looked a little bemused that the little kobold was following them, but he did not seem averse to his presence.
He did look a little embarrassed to be carrying dead kobolds in his arms, though, despite, or even because, Creeper did not seem at all bothered by the party's having slain his fellows.
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