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by waysoftheearth » Sun Feb 23, 2014 11:30 pm
Wen conjures his Eerie Lambent, and in the mist the slowly turning candle flames cast an eerie, greenish illumination indeed! While the little flames dance their slow, revolving dance about his head, Wen takes the time to done his leather carapace, and tighten all the straps while Highbough and Gallaine wait... somewhat impatiently it must be said.
When this is at last done Wen finds that although the enchanted candles continue to linger around his head and provide a ready illumination, they no longer seem to respond to his will.
"Let us get underway!" urges Gallaine, "We must reach the grove of the spirits before the break of day, else this whole trip will be for naught!"
She leads the way then, setting quite a pace, and the three of you weave a demanding path through the dense foliage in the misty near-dark. The wood is cool and fresh and you have a sense that the forest has eyes and intent, but there is nothing to be seen beyond mist and shadows...
Still Gallaine presses on, and you soon you are heading down, down, into to deep, cool, gully where you come upon an ancient, moss covered stone that is half-buried in creepers.
"We have arrived!" declares Gallaine, and unexpectedly sits herself down upon the ancient stone and dabs her brow. "Quite a walk that... but no matter, we're not over late."
Now the sense of being observed is palpable... the nape of your neck is tingling ridiculously, and your eyes are drawn without question to a pitch dark crevice that seems to hang impossibly in the thickest part of the dense undergrowth at the bottom of the grove. It's some kind of tunnel.
"If you wish to see the ancient spirits, then thru there you must go," says Galaine, indicating the awful, hungry blackness. "But do not dally overlong--the way to the spirit world will be gone ere dawn comes!"
[f=32]
Golgildir the Elf Medium (MV 12", AC 9, HD 1, hp 1/1, AL N) great cloak,
lantern; spells: color spray; scrolls: sleep, sleep, charm person
Hirelings: Georges;
torch[/f]