Well Done Gang! Please make yourselves comfortable in this lovely dank cave. Is it just me, or are those goblins starting to rot already?
As Metaxis readies his bedroll, he shrugs to the group and says “Well at least they were only goblins”.
“I would offer to light a fire for the folks that cannot see however I carry nothing with me to do so, it is not a burden I normally experience”.
As he makes his roll as comfortable as he can, half sitting, half laying, using a large boulder as a back brace he pulls out a wine skin full of fine wine and takes a long drink, then offers it to the rest of the party.
I have forgotten how noisy our bodies are. But now, beneath the earth, I can hear the heart beats of the other ones beating like drums. I shut my eyes. I breathe deeply and let my thoughts go. My eye throbs grumpily but I know the pain will fade.
I am excited to be back below the earth even though i am certain that we are nowhere near my birthplace.
My thoughts jump like overtired children on the bed. How many years has it been? Certainly over a century has passed since we, my brother Mezza and I, entered the small monastery. At least 50 years since Mezza, realizing that i could now protect myself returned below the earth . Definitely over a decade ago, I climbed over and away from the last crumbling monastery wall. (I made sure that the smell of Brother Hoga’s withered corpse had faded before i took him from his cot and buried him below the tree.) It was only after a year had passed in echoes of silence i realized that i was, in fact, alone. The last.
Why would i think of that now? I walked towards a life of hiding and solitude. Grateful as I was to the monastery for its protection, it first pitied and feared me and then it abandoned me, like my family before and the world after. Silence should follow cruelty and light, and, and anger… not welcome it.
I shallow my breath and refocus. I hear the occasional giggle and soft clink of pebbles as they bounce past, but thoughts and feelings are a far away river. Beneath the farting and coughing and breathing, i hear silence again.
“Thank you,” said Nora as she accepted Metaxis’ wineskin and took a healthy swig. She hoped the warlock’s offering was a sign that her party held no grudges over her attacking them while affected by the statue’s charm.
She was embarrassed about her stupidity; her lack of care when it came to observing her surroundings. Even still, she couldn’t get her mind to focus on the present; she kept thinking of Abelard.
Nora returned the wineskin to Metaxis with a smile. “You and Wash should try and sleep as long as you can; I will keep watch while the Drow is in trance. Once he awakens, I’ll take my rest and he can keep watch.”
She looked at Piika and envied how deeply he fell into his meditative state. She remembered how badly she wanted to be able to trance like her mother, to submit completely to her inner mind. Not quite capable of trancing, and certainly not of sleeping like a human, Nora was left with a clumsy hybrid of the two.
Her trances were not four hours of “mental exercises” like full elves but four hours of puzzles interspersed with human-like dreams. She remembered vividly one such trance-dream involved decoding text in a foreign language while her grandmother laughed and threw bits of twigs at her. Also, somehow a ferret was there.
“While you all rest, I will search the goblins’ bodies. Hopefully they have food on them as I certainly don’t and, while I hear that goblins are edible—gamey, but edible—I’m not prepared to find out for sure.”
(EDIT: Forgot to mention that I cast Dancing Lights because how the hell would I be able to admire Piika’s meditation or even see Metaxis’ wineskin in complete darkness. I swear I am not typically prone to forget such important details as light and, ahem, thieves tools.)
As the glowing orb of light begins to burn out, Nora quickly scans over the goblins’ corpses. Nothing remotely edible lay on or near them.
The light winks out as Nora turns away from the last body. “I have in my pack two tindertwigs and two candles, but if it’s alright with the party, I’d rather not use the candles or tindertwigs until we are absolutely sure we need them.”
Nora slowly sat down on the floor, using her sense of smell and remembrance of what the room looked like when it was dimly lit to not sit in any of the gore from their encounter with the goblins.
“If you’re not too tired, I would love to learn what brought you to Gimble’s Gambit,” Nora said to Metaxis and Wash, both hidden in the darkness.
Metaxis takes another long drink from the wine flask and says “my reasons are simple, to gain power. Power to control the evil that flows through my veins and to protect myself when that which hunts me finally catches up to me”.
Nora smiled to herself. "Metaxis, for such a young man it sounds like you’ve already lived quite an exciting life! From what I know of you so far though, I don’t feel like I should be worried about the “evil that flows through your veins”. This mysterious thing that hunts you, however – should we be concerned for our safety (more so than we already are)?"
“Either way, your reason for adventuring makes mine seem so simple, even childish. I’ve always wanted to live the life I’ve read about in books. Have adventures, meet exciting people, become an exciting person… Only recently have I discovered that this constant need to keep moving, keep acquiring, may not be as harmless and fun as I thought… More and more it feels like I must keep moving as I’m afraid what it will feel like to stay in one place. No, there is no evil in my blood or mysterious figures hunting me, only memories of loved ones haunting me.”
Guys I hate to interupt but I think Gimble may have stepped away from the crystal observatory to “drain the weasel” as it were. Leaving our poor adventurers in the dankness of d-dankety-dankist part of the maze, the pits of despair it would seem. In the darkness the dankess loomed, like a dank cloud that clung their skin.
“Was there even a way out of here?” they wondered. In the darkness, amongst the dankness. For every tunnel that was suddenly wasn’t and every tunnel that was ever meant to be seemed to vanish.. in the darkness…
Was this all just a game?
It doesn’t have to be over, does it? Can’t we look into “virtual table tops” like Maptools? Or maybe we consider another DM?
This is lame.
I’ve been beguiled!
Ascendant campaigns can view previous versions of their pages, see what has changed (and who did it), and even restore old versions. It's like having a rewind button for your campaign.
We've already been saving your edits, so if you
you will have instant access to your previous versions. Plus, you get a 15-day free trial, so there's nothing to lose.