Chapter 02: Aquifers & anaglyphs

[Rex]

Tiny

Tiny stands still and stays quite.

[sastaz]

Thorelf stays put after tugging the troll wax into his backpack.

[Gebex]

Eaton

It does not appear to be any immediate danger.

Let’s make camp at the western tower. Then I can tell you more about the unholy people that probably created this vial place.

[sastaz]

Thorelf looks left, and right, then left again.

"Sure, we need the rest. Did anyone check that box? Let me get that."

He walks over to the box with the yucky scalp by the eastern tower staircase base and examines it.

"Hnnnnng"

Thorelf returns looking slightly nauseaus.

"Okay, let's make camp. We need one person on lookout on all times."

[Rex]

Tiny

"I can go first on watch."

[sastaz]

Thorelf

"Alright, I can go second."

[GreyWolfVT]

Korin "Yeh I"ll go third er last whate'er."

[Gebex]

Eaton

Ok, I will rest so I am able to recive the gifts from the gods. I have still a little healing left. Shall I heal annyone? If not, I will heal myself.

[sastaz]

Thorelf looks a bit surprised.

"Wow. Okay, thanks Eaton. I'm fine but it was considerate of you to ask."

[Rex]

Tiny

"I am hurt some, but maybe it would be better for you to heal yourself?"

[Nordbo]

DM open roll [1d6]=2

[sastaz]

Thorelf leads the way to the western tower where the group tries to get some rest. Everyone takes turns except Eaton who will rest to regain his...religious virtue (spells). Watch is Tiny - Thorelf - Korin.

[sastaz]

"Korin, your folk is really handy with the steel, right? Look what I found in that box. Totally without rust even in these conditions."

Thorelf shows Korin a perfectly sharp and shiny nail.

[Nordbo]

Korin

please roll 1d20.

[Gebex]

Eaton

When in camp Eaton goes away a few steps and starts to pray.

[sastaz]

Check OOC thread for a nice surprise

[GreyWolfVT]

"Korin, your folk is really handy with the steel, right? Look what I found in that box. Totally without rust even in these conditions."

Thorelf shows Korin a perfectly sharp and shiny nail.

Korin checks out whatever is in the box.

Requested Roll [1d20]=4

[sastaz]

Thorelf

"None of you remember how you got here? I just remembered walking into a corridor in that burrow and suddenly I'm in this cell. Eaton, are you sure this is not the afterlife?"

Thorelf smirks.

"In that case you'd wonder what you did to deserve to end up in this place, eh?"

[Gebex]

Eaton

Thorelf, you are quite close with your remark. This place was created by the cult perpetual flame. The cult is, or was, focused on the afterlife. Nothing have been heard from the cult in several years.

Maybe they have found something that did bring them to the afterlife or are the still active. As you noticed some of the cultist were talking about sacrifices.

You are luck, since the cult fears my god Mystryl we have an advantage. If you can keep me safe we will have a good chance to break their morale when I call for my god.

It is to bad that we did not get the unholy bald cultist. He seemed to be a leader among the cultists. If we would bring him to his knees or have killed him we would hare an eaven better advantage.

Maybe we shall turn back and get him after resting and healing?

Eaton take a ration out of his bag and starts to eat.

[Rex]

Tiny

"Doesn't matter to me which way we go as long as we keep looking for a way out."