When Magnus entered the perimeter he scouted around him trying to sense where the dangers might lie. ~This is not good.....~ he thought to himself.
The faceless thief moved in front of the group, and from within his mask a voice could be heard, reminding you of nightmares best forgotten “Stay here and wait for my signal” his mask caught the reflection of a nearby torch as he turned around and continued through the double doors guarded by the armoured trolls. Curiously they realised that he never put any weapons on the walls, and still somehow he was allowed in by the trolls.
As he entered the new room alone, he saw a large corridor illuminated by torches all the way to yet another door, this time a single bronze door with the image of an Eye, facing the party, carved into it. His hand didn’t even touch the magical door, it simply shone with a bright golden light, and the next second it became transparent, showing the beginning of a huge stone bridge in the middle of a giant cave complex. He stepped onto the bridge, confident that he was in the right place. His feet touched the weary ground of the new path. The bridge ran all the way to a colossal central stalagmite, wherein a sort of elevator awaited. He looked sideways, and to him it seemed the whole cave was empty except for the bridge and the stalagmite. He could not see the bottom, or the ceiling. Nonetheless he walked towards the elevator. When he reached the strange device he contacted the party with a mental trick and ordered them on their way. Then he turned towards the lift and slowly touched his mask with a gloved hand.
~ You can hear me, the Thief the Cambion, the Drow and the Duergar are with me. The halfling cannot be killed, not without my information retrieved. The others are...expandable~ - his thoughts was somewhat linked to the illithid's, as he grinned with malice waiting for the party to get to the lift.
Sorn followed the faceless thief’s mental order, his piwafwi wrapped around his figure completely, though the cowl was pulled back, cause he cared not who recognised his drow heritage. None would care within the Night Below, and if they did, it would not matter. The two trolls allowed him to enter, and soon Sorn’s silent footsteps crossed the threshold of the magical door. He felt the effects of the magic wash over his natural resilience to it. As he continued along, looking about the cavern from his vantage point on top of the stone bridge his mind raced a mile a minute
~ There appears to be a lot that the Eye Tyrant keeps from those he deals with. I will have to rectify that once I return to the Yath. None shall ever have an advantage over those of the Masked Lord. ~
Back at the double doors the rest of the party set after the faceless thief.
Tehnars eyes sharpened at the more present and clearer danger, than the accursed halls of Halaster, as he passed the evil trolls. It seemed like he was ready to jump at them, and he was fingering something in his pocket. The darkness in the room seemed hungry and he stepped through the double doors.
Magnus caught up with Garfeh and the rest of the Bright Skulls and whispered to them: "Look, I'm about to teleport out of here any moment now. My nerves are on the edge of breaking. Will you come with me?" He scanned the area for unwanted listeners, and continued in a trembling voice.
"I think I can bring us back to the surface, but not before I know more about where we are now. Otherwise we could end up 1.000 feet below the sea...", Magnus sighed.
"So keep yer eyes and ears open and if ye find out anything I'll get us out of here."
"The minute anything happens, get us the hell out of the tower and the city." The little halfling replied with an accompanying nod.
-" I'm with ye as always, just say when an' I'll be there.” Bouron whispered to his friend. Looking around at the others in the group a shiver suddenly ran down Bourons back, but he quickly shook the feeling off and continued forward, following Magnus and the others, just in time to see Alaith emerge from the shadows.
-"Glad to see you could make it through the door without attacking the trolls " Alaith said walking up to Magnus with a friendly smile on his thin elven lips. It seemed as if he was not bothered by the surrounding pressure of the immense darkness. "And if we are leaving, any idea where we'll go?" Alaith continued whispering into Magnus’s ear while looking back at the trolls guarding the doors.
Orome observed the party, noticing their edginess. His thoughts locked on to the groups minds, transferring his thoughts to them telepathically. "This is getting intense. There is a lot of mental communication going on here that I can't tap into, so something is getting planned here. I think we may need a backup plan of our own. When it happens the thief will be out of the way and the drow will be..." -He stopped in mid-sentence as he realiseed that something was poking at his thoughts. Quickly he aborted the mental contact, just as they reached sight of the bridge.
Raulen had been silent, but wary as he looked about occasionally, taking in the sights, straining to hear a loud whisper now and again.
Following the group, being careful not to hover too close, but not too far, the Cambion Sorcerer with the azure glowing eyes simply observed everything, meeting the eyes of anyone who cared to meet his gaze.
It was almost as if he was anticipating something, and all the current moments were transitory... little meaning until the goal was reached.
His belt was still attached, and any weapons he had been seen carrying before seemed to be gone, now. Occasionally his eyes, when he glanced upwards, seemed to register alarm, but as he shook off the nervousness he simply regarded the group members with a rather aloof eye. As the group stepped onto the bridge, Raulen advanced in front of them, hovering to a halt when he reached the lift. He then awaited the next step to admittance to Xanathar and answers to the riddle of the Shadow Thieves murder.
The faceless one observed the group approach the lift and with a wicked smile on his hidden lips he locked gazes with Garfeh "Thief" he said out loud, disturbing more than one conversation. "Where is your contact located in this place". The little halfling didn’t answer him straight away, and he turned around mumbling something under his breath. He then waited until everyone was inside the large lift, then rang a large bell on top of the lift. Suddenly a cage sprang up around them and chains began pulling them upwards. Everyone wondered what kind of creatures lurked up there, just waiting for them, waiting to taste their blood.
They were inside an empty stalagmite, and it seemed the topmost part of it was composed by a darkness greater than the one in the Underdark. As they moved through the dark ward, the masked figure whispered words of greetings, for he knew the keen senses of the bat-kin who were waiting to devour the newcomers in a second. The weird race of the Underdark understood his words and simply rounded the deck, checking their passer-by’s one by one, with their blind eyes. After the blind guardians, the lift reached its end, in the middle of an oval room. The shaft clicked and a sound of stability echoed through the grand hall. As the cage-like sides of the elevator suddenly fell to the ground, the group started to move out of it.
This whole chamber was what the Faceless One had been expecting. An uncanny greatness and power could be smelled in the very air, for it was also embedded with raw magic. The round gallery hosted benches on the corner-less sides, stuffed with velvet-like seats of pure silk. The benches ran half way round the hall, for the last part of the circle hosted a massive rounded door, from where the Beholder came...
Xanathar was fairly larger than the usual beholder of his power. His central eye, unblinking and glowing with the anti-magic properties of his kin looked at everyone, and a primal fear ran through the viewers of such abomination. The gap that was his mouth was a dark and sharp hole of emptiness and despair. The tentacle-like eyes spun around his massive rounded body, predicting every single movement of everyone and everything around him. And so he spoke with a voice of sheer power that promised death to anyone who dared to disobey:
"I've been waiting for a whole night, Faceless One."
The thief bowed down in recognition, waiting for the echo of the beholders voice to subside.
- "We ran into some problems, great Xanathar." - he eyed the Beholder under his mask.
-"What you want I do not know thief, but I presume you will pay me well." - he licked his mold lips, looking around the party. "You have brought a great amount of slaves this time..."
So that was the plan... that was why the Faceless One so insisted in having the group with him, he could finally find his answer with the beholder king, and enslave the worthless Bright Skulls in the way.
In an instant, the Beholder blinked his one central eye, and guards stormed around the oval room. The Faceless One became ethereal, and his only concerns were - "Save the drow, the cambion and the duergar, as I have told, the rest is yours, them and their items."
The faceless thief moved in front of the group, and from within his mask a voice could be heard, reminding you of nightmares best forgotten “Stay here and wait for my signal” his mask caught the reflection of a nearby torch as he turned around and continued through the double doors guarded by the armoured trolls. Curiously they realised that he never put any weapons on the walls, and still somehow he was allowed in by the trolls.
As he entered the new room alone, he saw a large corridor illuminated by torches all the way to yet another door, this time a single bronze door with the image of an Eye, facing the party, carved into it. His hand didn’t even touch the magical door, it simply shone with a bright golden light, and the next second it became transparent, showing the beginning of a huge stone bridge in the middle of a giant cave complex. He stepped onto the bridge, confident that he was in the right place. His feet touched the weary ground of the new path. The bridge ran all the way to a colossal central stalagmite, wherein a sort of elevator awaited. He looked sideways, and to him it seemed the whole cave was empty except for the bridge and the stalagmite. He could not see the bottom, or the ceiling. Nonetheless he walked towards the elevator. When he reached the strange device he contacted the party with a mental trick and ordered them on their way. Then he turned towards the lift and slowly touched his mask with a gloved hand.
~ You can hear me, the Thief the Cambion, the Drow and the Duergar are with me. The halfling cannot be killed, not without my information retrieved. The others are...expandable~ - his thoughts was somewhat linked to the illithid's, as he grinned with malice waiting for the party to get to the lift.
Sorn followed the faceless thief’s mental order, his piwafwi wrapped around his figure completely, though the cowl was pulled back, cause he cared not who recognised his drow heritage. None would care within the Night Below, and if they did, it would not matter. The two trolls allowed him to enter, and soon Sorn’s silent footsteps crossed the threshold of the magical door. He felt the effects of the magic wash over his natural resilience to it. As he continued along, looking about the cavern from his vantage point on top of the stone bridge his mind raced a mile a minute
~ There appears to be a lot that the Eye Tyrant keeps from those he deals with. I will have to rectify that once I return to the Yath. None shall ever have an advantage over those of the Masked Lord. ~
Back at the double doors the rest of the party set after the faceless thief.
Tehnars eyes sharpened at the more present and clearer danger, than the accursed halls of Halaster, as he passed the evil trolls. It seemed like he was ready to jump at them, and he was fingering something in his pocket. The darkness in the room seemed hungry and he stepped through the double doors.
Magnus caught up with Garfeh and the rest of the Bright Skulls and whispered to them: "Look, I'm about to teleport out of here any moment now. My nerves are on the edge of breaking. Will you come with me?" He scanned the area for unwanted listeners, and continued in a trembling voice.
"I think I can bring us back to the surface, but not before I know more about where we are now. Otherwise we could end up 1.000 feet below the sea...", Magnus sighed.
"So keep yer eyes and ears open and if ye find out anything I'll get us out of here."
"The minute anything happens, get us the hell out of the tower and the city." The little halfling replied with an accompanying nod.
-" I'm with ye as always, just say when an' I'll be there.” Bouron whispered to his friend. Looking around at the others in the group a shiver suddenly ran down Bourons back, but he quickly shook the feeling off and continued forward, following Magnus and the others, just in time to see Alaith emerge from the shadows.
-"Glad to see you could make it through the door without attacking the trolls " Alaith said walking up to Magnus with a friendly smile on his thin elven lips. It seemed as if he was not bothered by the surrounding pressure of the immense darkness. "And if we are leaving, any idea where we'll go?" Alaith continued whispering into Magnus’s ear while looking back at the trolls guarding the doors.
Orome observed the party, noticing their edginess. His thoughts locked on to the groups minds, transferring his thoughts to them telepathically. "This is getting intense. There is a lot of mental communication going on here that I can't tap into, so something is getting planned here. I think we may need a backup plan of our own. When it happens the thief will be out of the way and the drow will be..." -He stopped in mid-sentence as he realiseed that something was poking at his thoughts. Quickly he aborted the mental contact, just as they reached sight of the bridge.
Raulen had been silent, but wary as he looked about occasionally, taking in the sights, straining to hear a loud whisper now and again.
Following the group, being careful not to hover too close, but not too far, the Cambion Sorcerer with the azure glowing eyes simply observed everything, meeting the eyes of anyone who cared to meet his gaze.
It was almost as if he was anticipating something, and all the current moments were transitory... little meaning until the goal was reached.
His belt was still attached, and any weapons he had been seen carrying before seemed to be gone, now. Occasionally his eyes, when he glanced upwards, seemed to register alarm, but as he shook off the nervousness he simply regarded the group members with a rather aloof eye. As the group stepped onto the bridge, Raulen advanced in front of them, hovering to a halt when he reached the lift. He then awaited the next step to admittance to Xanathar and answers to the riddle of the Shadow Thieves murder.
The faceless one observed the group approach the lift and with a wicked smile on his hidden lips he locked gazes with Garfeh "Thief" he said out loud, disturbing more than one conversation. "Where is your contact located in this place". The little halfling didn’t answer him straight away, and he turned around mumbling something under his breath. He then waited until everyone was inside the large lift, then rang a large bell on top of the lift. Suddenly a cage sprang up around them and chains began pulling them upwards. Everyone wondered what kind of creatures lurked up there, just waiting for them, waiting to taste their blood.
They were inside an empty stalagmite, and it seemed the topmost part of it was composed by a darkness greater than the one in the Underdark. As they moved through the dark ward, the masked figure whispered words of greetings, for he knew the keen senses of the bat-kin who were waiting to devour the newcomers in a second. The weird race of the Underdark understood his words and simply rounded the deck, checking their passer-by’s one by one, with their blind eyes. After the blind guardians, the lift reached its end, in the middle of an oval room. The shaft clicked and a sound of stability echoed through the grand hall. As the cage-like sides of the elevator suddenly fell to the ground, the group started to move out of it.
This whole chamber was what the Faceless One had been expecting. An uncanny greatness and power could be smelled in the very air, for it was also embedded with raw magic. The round gallery hosted benches on the corner-less sides, stuffed with velvet-like seats of pure silk. The benches ran half way round the hall, for the last part of the circle hosted a massive rounded door, from where the Beholder came...
Xanathar was fairly larger than the usual beholder of his power. His central eye, unblinking and glowing with the anti-magic properties of his kin looked at everyone, and a primal fear ran through the viewers of such abomination. The gap that was his mouth was a dark and sharp hole of emptiness and despair. The tentacle-like eyes spun around his massive rounded body, predicting every single movement of everyone and everything around him. And so he spoke with a voice of sheer power that promised death to anyone who dared to disobey:
"I've been waiting for a whole night, Faceless One."
The thief bowed down in recognition, waiting for the echo of the beholders voice to subside.
- "We ran into some problems, great Xanathar." - he eyed the Beholder under his mask.
-"What you want I do not know thief, but I presume you will pay me well." - he licked his mold lips, looking around the party. "You have brought a great amount of slaves this time..."
So that was the plan... that was why the Faceless One so insisted in having the group with him, he could finally find his answer with the beholder king, and enslave the worthless Bright Skulls in the way.
In an instant, the Beholder blinked his one central eye, and guards stormed around the oval room. The Faceless One became ethereal, and his only concerns were - "Save the drow, the cambion and the duergar, as I have told, the rest is yours, them and their items."
Sidst rettet af Rune Man 28 Sep 2009 - 17:39, rettet i alt 2 gange